She is apparently near the close of life, and patiently waiting the will of God.  From thence I went to visit M.H. in the county hospital, but as dinner came in, I left her to see Mrs. W., who is in a precarious state, and much encumbered with worldly care.  Here the Lord gave me power of utterance, and the spirit of prayer.—­After six days spent at Acomb, I returned home much out of love with myself.  My visit on the whole has been pleasant.  With and without my friends, I have visited many of the inhabitants.  In some cases I have derived profit; but in others, I have had to take up my cross:  yet I have had but one aim—­to do, and get good.—­I went to meet the dear people, but I was so overwhelmed by a dull pain in my head—­accompanied with drowsiness, that I thought, how shall I speak to them? but the Lord graciously removed the indisposition, and blest my soul.—­The Rev. Daniel Isaac departed this life, after a lingering illness.  He preached his last sermon in Haxby, and paid his last visit to our house; but the place that knew him shall know him no more for ever.  So will it soon be said of me.—­Jesus hath broke the bars of death, and opened paradise.  In visiting, I was much refreshed.  Tears of contrition rolled down the face of Mrs. L. and Mrs. E. One was added to the little class.  All were present, and I felt loath to take leave of them; but so it must be.  Thos.  Y. will now take charge of them.  Thus ends my career in Haxby.  And after the toil and trouble of removing, I am now comfortably seated at Grove Terrace.  To Thee, the blessed Donor of all I enjoy, would I render thanks.  I have written an address to my Haxby members.—­The division of my little class seems now to be working well.  O Lord behold and come, visit this vine; let its young and tender branches twine round about Thee; yea, let the whole be baptized with the Holy Ghost!—­The last moments of this beautiful month (May) will soon have past for ever; but the record will remain, when the angel shall stand, ’one foot on the sea and the other on the land, and swear that time shall be no longer.’  Solemn thought!  I feel the importance of it, and the necessity of being clothed upon, with the righteousness of Christ.  Well, I have got into the stripping-room.  O for a full abandonment of self, a full giving up!  Praise God, my heart yields, and distrusting itself, lays hold of Jesus by faith.  I feel solicitous for the spiritual and temporal welfare of my family, especially my two eldest sons.  My resolve is to cast my care upon God.  I feel power to leave them in His hands, and believe He will work on their behalf.—­I opened my Bible, and my eye was caught by the words, ’Can God furnish a table in the wilderness?  Behold He smote the rock, that the waters gushed out, and the streams overflowed.  Can He give bread?  Can He provide flesh for His people?’ It appeared a broad answer to a conversation we had the night preceding.  I was encouraged to lay hold on it.—­Only indisposed, but made myself worse by going to the