Deity.  Oh let it continually surround me.  Jonathan Saville met my dear little flock; I felt my own littleness, while he spoke to us.—­I accompanied my husband to Barnbow, to invite Mr. Dawson to come and preach Dr. McAllum’s funeral sermon; which he consented to do.  To me it was a day of rich enjoyment, for my soul was happy in God.  I recognized His presence in the heavens above, and the earth beneath; indeed everything spoke of Him.  I took tea with Mrs. R——­n, who desired me to pay a little attention to the moral and religious character of her son, resident for a time in York.  O what a responsibility!  I write it here that I may remember.—­Mrs. R——­n has come to stay a few days with us.  On Tuesday, we breakfasted with a few praying friends at Mrs. F.’s.  While pleading with God a blessed influence rested upon all.  I felt as if let into God.  What will it be when prayer is turned to praise?  To-day we had another baptism at Miss C.’s.  The same friends were present.  Surely Christian friendship is one soul in many bodies; who can express the unity?—­’Jesus is bringing lost sinners to God;’ Glory be to God!  I feel it my duty to pay more attention to my boys; praying for them is not enough.  I must warn, and daily inculcate their duty and privilege.  Lord help me.—­I visited Mrs. F., and found it profitable to converse with an aged saint; we were comforted together.  She said the Lord had sent me.  It is true I prayed for direction, and the promise is, if we acknowledge Him, He will direct our steps.  Evermore guide me.—­Mr. Mortimer and his brother breakfasted with us.  While at family-prayer the latter, who had backslidden, began to cry aloud for mercy; the Lord speedily came to his deliverence, and prayer was turned to praise.—­I went to the Sabbath School tea-meeting; but doubted whether I was in my proper place.  However, I resolved to send William and John to the School, simply with the hope that their minds might be impressed with divine truth.—­Thursday.  A day devoted to works of mercy, both to the bodies and souls of men; in which I prayed to be saved from self, and directed aright; but how feeble and imperfect my efforts!  I feel myself a poor nothing.—­While visiting Mr. S., who is in a dying state, I was much encouraged.  He has long been a hearer, but neglected to embrace salvation.  While I was pleading for him, he exclaimed, ‘I believe, I believe.’  I saw him again the next day, and on asking him if he felt Christ precious, he said, after a short pause, ’Precious, quite precious.’—­I was much affected by a circumstance related by the Rev. Robert Wood, of an eminently pious man in ——­; who has not been seen to smile for four years, and when asked the reason, uniformly replies, ’The word of God is true; the wages of sin is death; my son died in his sins, and is now in hell.  How can I be cheerful?’ May this make me more than ever in earnest in pleading for my sons.—­I am aiming to have a conscience void of offence in the sight of God and man; but, on examining my doings,