“1830.—­Midnight.  The past year has been one of mingled trial, affliction, and mercy; wisely blended to bring me nearer to God.  I think the end has been answered:  I feel looser from the world, and my will is more fully subdued.  This is the Lord’s doing:  blessed be His name!  I rose early, and shut myself up in my closet, and there the Lord gloriously revealed himself:  it was a blessed day, especially, in walking to the city; and among the dear people.—­Another piece of encouragement:  our servant, who has been brought under serious impressions since she came to us, was last Tuesday enabled to believe unto salvation.  O may I walk as God’s vicegerent here; that my husband, mother, children, and servants, may all be led to give themselves more fully to Thee.—­Our servant man cried aloud for mercy in the chapel.  How and where, shall I begin to praise Thee for Thy goodness to my family?  I am constrained to acknowledge, that many things, which appeared to be against me, are now working for good.  Every bitter has its sweet, and every affliction its blessing; wisely compounded, to bring me more fully to God.  Last night we had a prayer-meeting in our kitchen:  the spirit of prayer was poured out upon us.  One soul obtained peace:  and another remained upon his knees upwards of three hours, but did not break through; yet is determined not to rest without the pardoning mercy of God:  a third was seeking purity of heart.—­Visited S.H., fast sinking in decline.  When asked the state of her mind, she said, ‘Christ is mine, and I am His.’  Blessed assurance!  I spoke freely with her mother, whom I found unacquainted with true religion.  Two persons came to seek the Lord at the prayer-meeting held in our kitchen—­one obtained salvation:  truly the Lord is among us:  a larger number attended than usual.—­We had a numerously attended prayer-meeting, in which three bore testimony to the saving power of Christ; they praised God with a glad heart, and a loud voice:  may they become pillars in God’s temple.—­Many sweet moments have I enjoyed, while engaged in domestic affairs.  This morning, I rose to the early prayer-meeting; all nature seemed to congratulate me, and the feathered choristers were singing their matin song of praise.  My walk to York afterwards, seemed too short, while musing on the love of Jesus.—­In the still hour of night I have had some blessed seasons; but my walk is not equal:  I want to live a moment at a time, and all for God.  Another of my members has passed into eternity, to join the church above.  Just before she expired, she exclaimed, ’What do I see?  Glory.’—­I am not going to meet my class to-day, my mother is so unwell; yet I feel a struggle as to the path of duty:  but surely in this case duty and affection are one.  Lord, I aim to please Thee; O help me for Thy name’s sake.”

  SITTING BY MY MOTHER.