that the upright always behold His countenance:  that is not the thing their safety consists in.  “Thou most upright dost weigh the path of the just,” that is, of the truly sincere and devoted.  Ah! how blessed that such an unerring balance should apportion the way of a finite and blind being!

3d Mo. 2d.  Little E.P. died last week, aged three years,—­a child whom God had taught.  I ventured a little poem for his mamma, I think without harm.  The poetry-contest, some time since, was doubtless useful as a check, but I seem to have lost the prohibition, and enjoy, I hope, innocently.

Sixth-day.  School, more encouraged than sometimes:  got on well with geography-class; visited various poor people,—­feeling very useless, but some satisfaction.  Oh, it were a sweet thing to do good from the right motive, as a natural effect of love.  I fear I do my poor share more to satisfy conscientiousness; and that is a dull thing.

3d Mo. 17th.  Faith small, world strong; but this evening something like grasping after “the childly life beyond.”  A childly life I want.  Oh for simplicity, faith, quietness, self-renunciation!

Yesterday rode alone to Wheal, Sister’s mine.  Gave W.B. tracts for the girls.  Thence to Captain N., to get his daughters to collect for Bibles.  His nice wife seemed interested; said it was very needful.  Many families had not a Bible there; the place a century behind the West.  Rode home dripping, but glad that I had not been turned back.  Learned part of the 42d Psalm in German.

3d Mo. 27th.  What testimony of gratitude can I record to that tender mercy which has drawn near to me this evening?  Oh that the “Anon with joy” reception may not be united with the “no root in myself”!  I have thought of the Israelitish wanderings, caused by faithless folly in refusing to “go up and possess the land.”  Oh, that lack of living appropriating faith may not thus protract the period ere my own passage through the spiritual Jordan, the river of self-renunciation, and death of the “old man,” into the Beulah of a thorough introduction to the sheepfold!  It is easy to say that it would be too presumptuous to venture on the final, full, childlike appropriation of Christ; but, oh, presumption, I do deeply feel, is more concerned in the delay.  It is presumptuous to put off, till brighter evidences and clearer offers of mercy, the acceptance of grace to-day.

4th Mo. 14th. The Lord has been kind to me beyond expression.  Not rapturous feeling, but calm and peaceful confidence,—­though sometimes almost giving way to “the world, the flesh, and the devil,” sometimes letting go faith; but, oh, He has been near through all; then when His face has shone upon me, how have I wondered that ever I loved the earth, more than Himself!

5th Mo. 3d.  Bristol. On the