“A friend has made application for my Sunday-class.  In this matter, I do not see my way clear; however, as I was requested to seek another place for it—­the old one being required for another purpose—­I began to think it was an intimation that I ought to resign, and therefore mentioned the subject to my members, and left it.  But calling on a friend, as I returned home, she said, ’she was requested to tell me, that Mr. H. would be glad if I would meet the class at his house’ So this difficulty is removed, and there the matter rests.  O Lord, direct me by Thy counsel.—­Providence seems to thwart my purposes:  yet everything appears either to point, urge, allure, or draw me to the skies.  I find the beneficial effect of these painful dispensations; but nature struggles still, and the cry of my heart is, make me wholly Thine.  Two persons, whom I have visited this week, are no more.  One, I doubt not, is gone to Abraham’s bosom; the other I must leave, and profit by the admonition to prepare to meet my God.  I have been accused of doing as I would not be done by; but my conscience bears we witness to the contrary.  Help me, O God, ever to act as in Thy sight.—­After the toils of Saturday, I was privileged with being at the band-meeting; but when I reached Miss B’s, I fainted, through weakness and fatigue.  Praise the Lord, O my soul!  Is not every stroke of Thy rod a proof of love, admonishing me that I am but a tenant-at-will, and may be removed at a moment’s notice?  Lord, make me fully ready.—­I found it good in our little village prayer-meeting, and remained with my husband at the Sabbath-school committee.  He engaged to assist; and I was constrained to offer my services once a month to converse with the female scholars, which were readily accepted.—­In York, I had the opportunity of visiting several afflicted persons:  one poor man was much afflicted:  it was a blessed day.  I have been to Wigginton to visit the afflicted Miss B., to whom I tried to show the necessity of a change of heart, and the sufficiency of the remedy, with the danger of delay.”

  Come, heavenly Spirit, fill my breast,
  With holy, ardent love inflame;
  Breathe in my soul the perfect rest
  Revealed in Jesus’ lovely name. 
  Blest centre! where I find repose;
  My succour, when in deep distress;
  The only refuge from my foes;
  Jesus, Thy feeblest follower bless. 
  Thy constant presence, Thine alone
  Can satisfy my longing soul;
  Supply the good for which I groan;
  Thy presence, Lord, shall make me whole.

“Just as the year closes, I take my pen.  How solemn! unseen by all but God!  How shall I proceed?  I am a sinner; but thou art a Saviour—­my Saviour!  O praise God! unworthy as I am, unprofitable as I have been, Thy peace fills my heart:  I am surrounded with God.  Glory! glory! glory! a worthless worm! dust and ashes! a potsherd of the earth! yet Jesus died for me.  O, live in me; fit me for Thy service, that I may be willing to do or to suffer Thy will.  Let me be a whole sacrifice.  Jesus is near; He is precious; He has my heart:  let the union subsist for ever.  Never let me leave Thee more; but through all the vicissitudes of life, keep me; and if I am entering upon my last year, let it be the best of all.  Let the odours of the celestial world waft upon me, and invigorate my soul.