which she took to him, with the request that he would kindly forward it, as soon as he arrived in York.  This he courteously engaged to do.  On parting she said, “Well, sir, as you are going to return, I must say farewell; perhaps we shall never see each other again.”  “What,” he replied, “do you think I am going to die?” “No sir,” she returned, “but neither you nor I seem likely to live very long.”  The nail was fastened in a sure place.  Immediately on her return to York he sent for her, saying to his mother, “You know whom I want; she must come every day.”  The account of the visit is given in her own words.  “I called upon Mr. ——­; and am thankful to find a blessed change in his spirit.  I read to him the eighth chapter of Romans.  He cried aloud, and requested me to pray with him, which I did; then his mother, then I, then a stranger.  Truly it was a blessed time; such as they professed never to have experienced before.  My soul felt the divine influence.”  These visits were continued, until, in a few weeks, he exchanged mortality for life.  The last notice of him is, “I saw Mr.——­, whom I found in a blessed state of mind.  As his outward strength decays, his inward man is renewed day by day; his hope blooms with immortality.  When I was coming away, and bidding him farewell, in hope of meeting him again in heaven, he replied, ‘I have not a doubt of it.’  I entertained the hope of seeing him again on earth, but on Saturday night he died:  so I must now urge my way to meet him at the right-hand of God.”

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“I find, that unnecessary conversation, even with religious persons, and on lawful subjects, has a tendency to destroy the fervour of my spirit.—­Mrs. R, met the dear little company; the power of God was generally felt.  I proposed that we should meet every day at the throne of grace, to pray especially for the salvation of some amongst us, as well as for our own prosperity; and desired as many as approved to signify it by lifting the hand, which was done by all.  I have had some blessed seasons while interceding on this account.—­I was pressed in spirit to visit the speechless man.  After pointing him to the sinner’s only refuge, I knelt down; when the Lord shed upon me such an unusual degree of the spirit of grace and supplication, that I was fully convinced the man was blessed.  On rising, I asked him, if he believed the Lord would save him, to lift up his hand, which he did.  I asked him to repeat the sign, if he felt happy.  This he also did.  I am the more encouraged, as, on a former occasion, I had solicited the sign in vain.  My soul praised the Lord on his account, and I came home rejoicing.”

  Farewell departed day! farewell for ever! 
  From earth alone, thy flight, my soul can sever. 
  My hope is anchored on the ‘Rock of ages;’
  The storm in vain with fury round me rages. 
  Farewell ye passing cares! though pain and sorrow
  May be my lot to-day, joy beams to-morrow: 
  Within the veil, my soaring faith has entered;
  And all my happiness in Christ is centered.