be done.—­The last week has been to many a season of high enjoyment; but for myself, although I rejoice in the success of missions, my soul has not yet learned to preserve its centre in the midst of the excitement, which on such occasions often falls to my lot.  Mr. and Mrs. Isaac were with us from Monday till Wednesday; and on Friday afternoon, the Yorkshire bard, James Montgomery, Esq., with several other friends, was with us at tea.  My mind was kept in peace, and during singing and prayer I found it profitable.  Mr. Montgomery presided at the Missionary Meeting, which by some is pronounced the best they ever attended.  Surely it was the presence of the Great Head of the Church, which made it so.—­We had a blessed season at the class.  Afterwards I went to Albion Street School.  A class of girls retired with me into the little room, for the purpose of conversation and prayer:  while they listened the tears started in their eyes.  I feel deeply concerned for their salvation.  The work is Thine; these souls are Thine; help me, Lord, to do Thy work faithfully; that success may follow.  This morning I was much exercised.”

  Afflictions sanctified
    Are blessings kindly given;
  They, who the fiery test abide,
    Receive an inward heaven.

  That Kingdom, Lord, be mine,
    Just as Thy goodness wills;
  A heart renewed, a will resigned,
    A soul, that Jesus fills.

  Then, every grace shall grow;
    Its fruits in beauty shine;
  From love shall every action flow,
    And all the praise be Thine.

“I have been to see after two of my members, over whom I fear I have cause to mourn.  One was gone out, yet could not come to class!  The other was in bed!  I fear there is a dearth of spiritual feeling.  Lord, give me wisdom and faithfulness.—­After collecting for the Missions, I visited a member of mine in the hospital, and prayed with several of the afflicted in the ward.  The person, whom I went to see some time ago, is recovering, and wishes to join with us.

“Kirkby.  I arrived here yesterday about ten o’clock, after a delightful journey; and am resolved, that change of scene shall make no difference in my religious feelings; unless, by the opportunity of retirement, I get closer to the Lord.  My hearing is a little dull, but my prayer is, that this affliction may be sanctified; and removed, when the Lord pleases.  Christ in me is the source of my happiness.  I hunger after righteousness; more faith—­humility—­meekness—­love.  O how beautiful are the fruits of grace!  The rich clusters of the heavenly vine, invite my longing taste.—­Spent two nights at Follifoot, with Miss B. I went with the resolution of conversing with her on the necessity of a change of heart; and on reflection have no ground of condemnation; only, I might have used greater earnestness.  My time has passed more pleasantly than I anticipated.  We took a walk through the park to the late residence