witness of Thy love.—­I have had many visits from above, but not without interruptions.  The use of more words than necessary has, on reflection, occasioned feelings of pain.  Oh! when will all my powers be brought into captivity to the obedience of Christ.—­My wedding day!  Seventeen years I have worn the silken-chain; during the last, I have enjoyed more of the life and power of God, and now the sacred flame burns brightly on my heart.  With respect to my marriage, I believe it was solemnized in the fear of God; and an increasing union exists between me and my dear companion.  We have many a blessed interview with God, when shut in from all beside.  Oh the goodness of God to me!  His mercies have far exceeded my trials, and even out of my several sorrows He has brought my greatest blessings.—­At Mrs. K.’s class the Lord graciously sustained me with His presence; my doubts respecting this work seem now to disperse, and unless I am deceiving myself, I am in the way of providence.  I inquired of one of the friends, if any time was fixed to pray for the revival of the work of God, and am told, every Friday—­fasting; hours of prayer; six, nine, and twelve in the morning, and three and six in the afternoon.  By the help of God, I am resolved to join them.  The Lord is blessedly with, me this evening.”

  TO MY HONOURED FATHER

  ENTERING ON HIS EIGHTY-EIGHTH YEAR.

  Bending with the weight of years,
    See the hoary headed saint,
  Rise above tormenting fears;
    Suffer, but without complaint,

  Ready, as a shock of corn,
    For the Paradise above;
  Golden fruits his age adorn,—­
    Fruits of holiness, and love.

  Though the outward man decay,
    Inward strength is daily given;
  Nothing can his soul dismay,
    Succoured by the God of heaven.

  He, the wise man’s laurel, wears;
    In the path of wisdom found,
  Lo! his hoary head appears
    With unearthly glory crowned.

  Borne on time’s untiring wing,
    Homeward fast his spirit flies;
  Now the city of the King,
    Flames upon his longing eyes.

  Brighter, as the clouds recede,
    Blaze its walls of spotless white;
  Deeper, from the throne proceed,
    Dazzling floods of purer light.

  Every birthday, nearer hies
    That unknown but welcome hour;
  When the saint in triumph cries,
    “I, through Christ, am conqueror.”

“I went, by request, to visit a person who has long been confined to her bed.  She knows something of God; but ah! how slight is the knowledge of even, professing Christians!  After reading, and conversing with her, I proposed prayer; but the master of the house sat still.  When we arose from our knees, I spoke freely and plainly to him of his sinful condition.  O my God, if I was moved by Thee, fasten conviction upon his conscience.—­I accompanied Mrs. K. to collect for the Clothing Society, and while