grace, I have no power to check trifling conversation among professors; especially such as are older than myself.  Teach me how to act, when to speak, and when to be silent.  To-day felt it my duty to visit a neighbour, and met with a more favourable reception than I expected.  He has long been ill, and is now in trouble.  I told him that I had come to bring him good news, that ‘Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners;’ and while conversing with him on the necessity of an interest in the Redeemer’s blood, in order to forgiveness, he seemed to listen with attention.  May the Lord make him a witness of the saving power of the Gospel, Some little matters, which require a patient and forgiving spirit, have occurred to fill up my character as a Christian.  Lord, help me and give me that spirit which in Thy sight is of great price.—­Thirty-eight years old!  How short the time appears! yet how varied the scenes through which I have passed! and how different the views I have had.  Praise the Lord.  With respect to the soul, I have clearer views than ever.  My feet are upon the rock.  When I look over my life, how blotted it appears! am lost in astonishment, that God, who made all things, and upholds all things by the word of his power, should stoop to such a wretch as I. O the depth of the riches of His mercy to me!—­I have received a letter from Cousin Ann, in which she boldly confesses the cleansing blood.  Hope it will prove a lasting blessing to me; feel ashamed that I have not more openly acknowledged what the Lord has done for my soul.  By this omission, have clipped the wings of my faith, and encouraged a diffidence, which I long to have removed; have hesitated upon the plea, that I would wait and see whether the work was genuine or no.  O my Saviour forgive, and condescend to teach one of the dullest scholars in Thy school.—­Have found the five o’clock prayer-meetings very profitable, and cannot be thankful enough that I have health to go.  At the prayer-leaders’ Lovefeast, said I could give up all for God, but have since asked myself, Is this true?  Lord, Thou knowest it is the desire of my heart to give myself to Thee without reserve:  accept the offering.  I feel Thee now pouring in Thy ineffable peace.  My soul has but one object, inward and outward holiness.  O make me quite clear.—­The intercourse is open between my soul and God, but yet I have had to struggle for it.  O save me fully.  This is what I want.  Last Tuesday I felt I could not doubt.  Stamp me, Saviour, with Thy seal, and keep me ever Thine.  I again met Mrs. G.’s class.  I feel myself more fit to sit at their feet and be taught; but O Thou, who usedst clay to open the eyes of the blind, use me for Thy glory.—­Some keen things uttered by a relative have wounded me to the quick.  I feel innocent, yet, Lord, how little I can hear!  Give me the love that hopeth all things, endureth all things, which rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth.—­Kirkby.  I am reading Fletcher’s Life.  How it excites