our benevolent friends bestowed upon us the mammon of unrighteousness, the Lord blessed me with the true riches.—­Having taken a little cold, I was dull of hearing, and afraid that I should not be able to hear the members of my class in the evening.  I betook myself to prayer, and the Lord graciously heard, and so far restored me, that I had no difficulty.  My soul was like wax before the sun, while Jesus shone upon it.—­My mind has been reproved for reproving.  Lord, I thank Thee for Thy secret admonitions; forgive, and take all my powers under Thy control.  I called to see Mr. Spence; his natural powers decline, but heaven beams on his countenance.  He said, while he was putting on his neckcloth, in the morning, he had been struck with the meagre and ghastly appearance he presented in the glass; but the sweet serenity of his soul compelled him to exclaim, ’Welcome old man! welcome declining age! welcome death!’—­I spoke at the Prayer Leaders’ lovefeast, but the enemy troubled me much afterward:  however, this much I will affirm—­to the grace of God I owe my all.  I feel decided in my choice, hate sin, have the witness that I am a child of God, and enjoy the comforts of the Holy Ghost; but the clear evidence of entire sanctification I do not hold, though I believe I have many times received it, and for a short time held it; but, for want of boldly confessing the faith, have lost the blessed pearl.  O for the baptismal flame.”

In the summer of this year she visited the Rev. John Nelson, then stationed in Sheffield, to whom she was much attached.  As was her constant practice, when released from the claims of domestic duty, she availed herself of every opportunity of doing, and getting good.  Every day was a sabbath of religious privilege.  The church, and the chapel, the social party and the sick bed, were made subservient to purposes of spiritual improvement.  With reference to a party of friends, who were invited to meet her, she says, ’After tea the females being left alone, each of us prayed; this is a blessed way to cut off religious chit-chat.’

“Quarterly Fast.  Mr. Haswell called upon me to pray, when the Lord was pleased to humble me; for which I would be truly thankful.  Make me willing any way, only let my soul be brought into conformity with Thy will;—­willing to be little, that Thou alone mayest be exalted.  My nature is not willing to be thought little.  During the day I felt a humble dependance upon Jesus.”

  ON OBSERVING A SIGN IN SHEFFIELD WORDED,
  “BRIDE CAKES AND FUNERAL BISCUITS.”

  Ah! is the bridal-day,
    When festive pleasures meet,
  The presage, but of swift decay,
    Within the winding sheet?

  What then is man at best? 
    A blooming,—­fading flower;
  Immortal, in a mortal vest,
    The creature of an hour.

  Well then may death be joined
    Unto our festal days;
  Well may our pleasures limit find
    Within so short a space.