I should commence a class in Haxby on Monday evening, at seven o’clock.  The words occurred to me, ’By whom shall Jacob arise, for he is small?’ O my God, to Thee my obligations are great, and my weaknesses are all known; but if this is from Thee, bring it to pass; let there be some token for good, some rending of heart among the people.—­According to appointment I went to Haxby, to meet any who were desirous of fleeing from the wrath to come.  Three persons came; two of them backsliders, and one who has never met before.—­Visited several of the villagers.  At one place I felt much while bowed at the throne of grace.  A little boy, to whom I afterwards addressed a few words, burst into tears.  O that the Lord would poor out His Spirit, and bow their hearts to His sway!  O Lord, let not my unfaithfulness hinder Thy work.—­After meeting my class in the city, I went on to Heslington to see Mr. K., who is apparently on his death-bed.  I endeavoured to speak faithfully; but unless the Spirit of God apply the truth, vain is the help of man.  I feel much out of love with myself.—­Walked again to see Mr. K., who appears as teachable as a little child.  I feel encouraged to hope that he will lay hold upon Jesus.  But O how dangerous to delay until death stares us in the face!—­Went to Haxby, and found only one to meet me there:  but the Lord met her, which was better than numbers without Him.  O God, keep this precious soul—­this asked-for token of Thy love.  While sitting under the word, the Lord made it as a broad river to my soul.  ’Blessed are the pure in heart,’ was the subject.  Tears of love and gratitude rolled down my cheeks, and love filled my heart; for I felt myself a partaker of this great salvation.”

  Thus may I ever live,
    And feel the power divine;
  Taught by Thy Spirit to believe
    This full salvation mine.

“With a painful headache I walked to York; but the satisfaction of mind I felt in keeping the path of duty, amply repaid me.  I think a general blessing was experienced.—­While pleading with God, these words were applied, ‘I am Thy salvation.’  I felt confidence, but not all I want.  I seem only on the edge of living; I want to be ’plunged in the Godhead’s deepest sea.’—­Six months since my dear mother departed!  She is daily the subject of my thoughts, and her memory becomes increasingly dear to me.  Well, it is but a short separation—­a thin partition; my earthly tabernacle feels the force of time—­it crumbles and decays; but by faith I look for a more durable habitation, where I shall meet those who are gone before.”

  Time rolls away—­yet fresh the scene appears
  When my dear mother left this vale of tears;
  Then, sorrow stamped its seal upon my heart;
  Nature recoiled—­but grace relieved the smart.