to acknowledge the privilege of which we have this week partaken, in the occurrence of our Quarterly Meeting, and a most sweet visit from ——­; full of love is ——­ to his Master, and full of love to the brethren, and even to the little sisters in Christ.  Most kindly and tenderly he and his wife advised us, and myself, when we happened to be alone, to wait and watch at the feet of Jesus, from whom the message will come in due time, “The Master calleth for thee.”  Manifold has been the expression of sympathy for us all this week, in the prospect of parting with our dear father on the Indiana committee, in about five weeks, and the comforting expectation expressed that his absence will be a time of sweet refreshing from the presence of the Lord.  Oh, we have much to be thankful for in the grace that has been bestowed.

7th Mo. 9th.  I have been much blessed the last few days; not with high enjoyments, but with a calm sense of dependence and trust on my Saviour, and assistance in watching over my own heart.  This morning I have been tried with want of settlement and power to get to the throne of grace; but faith must learn to trust through all changes in the unchangeable truth and love of Jesus.  I am sensible that this has been a time of much renewed mercy to my soul; and oh that if, as ——­ told me, the Lord has many things to say unto me, but I cannot bear them now, I may but be kept in the right preparation, both for hearing and obeying!

7th Mo. 27th.  I am sometimes astonished at the condescending kindness of my Saviour, that he should so gently and mercifully “heal my backslidings and love me freely.”  I think my chief desire is to be preserved alive in the truth, and growing in the truth; but sometimes, through unwatchfulness, such a withering comes upon me, I lose all sense of good for days together, and this nether world is all I seek pleasure in.  Then there is but a cold, cheerless, condemning feeling, when I look towards my Father’s house; but when all life seems gone, and I am ready to conclude that I have suffered so many things in vain, how often does the gentle stirring of life bring my soul into contrition, into stillness! and He, who upbraideth not the returning sinner, reveals himself as “the repairer of the breach, the restorer of paths to dwell in.”

The following lines describe her feelings at such a time as this:—­

  Then disconsolate I wander’d,
    Where my path was lone and dim,
  Till I thought that I was sunder’d
    Evermore from heaven and Him.

  Then it was my Shepherd found me,
    Even as He had of old,
  Threw His arms of mercy round me,
    Placed me gently in His fold.

  7th Mo. 29th.  The expression, I think, of William
  Penn, “Let the holy watch of Jesus be upon your
  spirit,” is a fitting watchword for me.

  7th Mo. 30th.  Oh, this must be the watchword still.