* * * I know well that impatience will sometimes put on the pretence of something much better, and that we shall never run to good purpose unless we “run with patience.”  Unhappily, a slow gradual progress is sadly opposed to my inconstant nature, and after one of the many interruptions it meets with, how prone am I to wish for some flying leap to make up for the past!  It seems so hard a thing to get transformed, and therefore—­strange inconsistency indeed—­one would be translated.  But truly it might be said, “Ye know not what ye ask.” * * * I have been interested with reading the early part of “No Cross, no Crown,” and especially the chapter on lawful self, where the receiving back again, as Abraham did Isaac, the lawful pleasures which had been resigned to the Divine will, is so nicely spoken of; and I do believe it explains the cause of half the gloom of would-be Christians.  They do not quite refuse, nor quite resign their hearts, and so they are kept, not only without true peace, but without the enjoyment of those earthly goods which have been called for, not to deprive their owners of them, but to be restored in this life “an hundredfold.”  How is it to be wished that these half measures were abandoned, and that if we have put our hand to the plough, we might not look back, as we so often have done, to the unfitting ourselves for that kingdom which is not only righteousness, but peace and joy.  “That your joy may be full,” is plainly the purpose of our Saviour towards His children; and yet how many, as Macaulay says, “have just enough religion to make them unhappy when they do wrong, and yet not enough to induce them to do right.”

5th Mo. 28th.  It is an unspeakable blessing to be permitted and enabled to pray.  How can I be sufficiently thankful that it has been mine?  Last night my heart was fervently engaged towards my God; and this evening, though the sense of my utter destitution and weakness was very painful, was it not a blessing if it led me to Him?  I have thought of the test, “In quietness and confidence shall be your strength.”  There is danger in fleshly confidence; yet there is no strength, but a new danger in fleshly fear.  Oh, I would be stripped of all fleshly dispositions of whatever kind, or however specious:  they war against the soul; but because mine enemy has not quite triumphed over me, may I not believe that He favoreth me in whose favor is life, and whose is a faithful love?  Oh for its perfect dominion in me!  His will is my sanctification, my perfection.  It is His “good pleasure to give me the kingdom”—­even to me.  Amazing grace!  What in me but my greatest foe could hinder the full adoption of the prayer, “Thy will be done”?

6th Mo. 3d.  The little measure of faith I have is not worn out, but rather purified and strengthened; but, oh, when I think of the reality, the momentous import, of the change of nature from