putting myself under the protection of God, who kindly took care of me, I left home.  While travelling the spirit of prayer on behalf of those, whom I had left behind, was sweetly poured upon me.  I found my dear cousin suffering from great debility; but living by faith on the Son of God.  A sweet smile played upon her face, like the soft radiance of the setting sun.  Grace shone in every feature of her faded, but still lovely countenance.  She tells me, it is twelve years next October, since the Lord spoke peace to her soul.  We were kneeling in company with her sister, and the servant, by her bedside.  I was engaged in prayer at the time, and for this reason she wished particularly to see me.  Surely this is the mark whereby the world knoweth us, ’because we love one another.’—­As I was distributing tracts, my heart was pained within me to see how many were employed on the Sabbath morn; and on my return, I wept to think that, in the face of day, they could break a well-known command of God.  Lord, open their eyes that they may see.  The spirit of my Ann has taken its flight to the paradise of God, leaving many sorrowing friends.  Our loss is her gain; but nature feels.—­In company with Mrs. R. I collected for the Missions.  We were wearied; but when I recollect, how much more wearisome the work of the Missionary, cheerfully will I undertake this labour of love; with a view to alleviate their toil, and facilitate their success.  I proposed to Mrs. W. and Mrs. R. to meet me at the throne of grace, every morning the following week, to pray for the outpouring of the Holy Spirit:  we all agreed.  The appointed hour has been blessed to me; I have dwelt under the shadow of the Almighty, and felt such a resignation to the will of God, as I never felt before.—­I was providentially led to see Miss B. In our younger days we were companions; but in the course of time we have become estranged.  She is now on the bed of affliction, and wept while mother and I prayed.  She requested me to go again; if I can be useful to her, O Lord, open the way, and speak by me.

—­I went to see a man walk upon the river, which occasioned the following lines:—­

  I saw the man, with wondrous skill. 
  Walk on the yielding stream at will,
    Sustained by human art: 
  Not so did Peter, when to Thee
  He stepped upon the rolling sea;
    Faith did the power impart.

  So while on life’s tempestuous wave,
  With timid steps I walk; O! save,
    Reach out Thy hand to me: 
  My courage swells, while Thou art near,
  Nor foe nor accident I fear,
    Though wild the billows be.

  But safely on through peril glide,
  Supported on the dangerous tide,
    By looking unto Thee: 
  Impossibilities shall yield,
  And faith a solid pathway build. 
    Across the stormy sea.