“Acomb.—­Accompanied Mrs. E——­n to see several of the friends, who were sick.  Called upon Mr. M., whose housekeeper died suddenly the night I came; he seemed pleased with, our visit, and promised to join the people of God.  Lord, help him to perform his promise, by taking possession of his heart.—­I got to the morning prayer-meeting, and was unusually drawn out in prayer as I went, that the Lord would he with us and bless us; and not in vain.  It was a blessed season, and I believe others felt it also.  O that the Spirit from on high may be poured out, that Satan’s kingdom may have a mighty shake this Whitsuntide!—­I felt it my duty to call upon a neighbour or two, who, as I am informed, think themselves insulted by some, who wished faithfully to discharge their duty, in a matter of church discipline.  I went in the character of a peacemaker, and after conversing with them on the necessity of seeking a higher state of feeling, we prayed together, and felt liberty.  O that in good earnest, they may begin to seek the Lord!  I told them that, in my poor way, I should remember them.  Lord, lay them upon my heart, that I may not forget.  To-night my soul is truly happy in God.  I feel much drawn out in prayer that Satan’s kingdom may fall, and the religion of Jesus prevail in this village.—­I felt it unusually sweet to bow before the Lord in secret, and bear up my neighbours at His throne, I felt

  ’The speechless awe that dares not move,
  And all the silent heaven of love.’

“My best seasons have been in retirement.  Called upon some of my sick neighbours, and aimed to please God in all my visits.  O Lord, follow with Thy blessing my weak efforts!  Quicken the lukewarm, and pardon the guilty.  I was glad to see some new faces at the evening preaching.—­Met with my friends in band, and proposed meeting every day at two clock, to entreat the Lord to deepen His work in our souls; and especially, to hear us on behalf of our friends.—­My soul was blessed, while bowed before the Lord with my little John.  Surely the Spirit of prayer was poured upon us.—­Went to J.S. to tell him of his faults, which, I am sorry to find by his own confession, supply just ground for censure, though exaggerated by report.  Yet I did not feel that sweet Christian pity, which I have felt to others in similar circumstances.  O for that yearning charity, that endeavours to draw out of Satan’s snare the souls entangled by him!—­Called to see my much esteemed friend, Miss C., who is sinking through decay of nature.  She says, ‘I look for the accomplishment of the promise now;’ and speaking of the Lord’s Supper, she said, ’I do not think any particular preparation is necessary; because, if we do not always live ready to communicate, we are not living as we ought.’  When prayer was proposed, she said, ’Pray that I may have increase of faith, patience, and resignation.’—­I addressed a note to Richard on the subject of salvation, and placed it where he might find it accidentally.