on the morning of Fifth-day week, with the blessed hope that I had not followed “a cunningly-devised fable” in seeking a nearer union with my Saviour.  I little thought what was awaiting me that day—­a very important proposal from ——­, put into my hands by my father.  After glancing at the contents, I laid it aside, to seek for a little calmness before reading it, and needed all that morning’s manna to strengthen my conviction, “Thou art my Father.”  Into His hands I have sought to commit myself and my all, trusting that a covenant with everlasting love will not be marred by aught beneath the skies.  Some precious feelings have I since enjoyed; “And one of them shall not fall to the ground without your Father,” “Ye are of more value than many sparrows,” have been almost daily in my heart.  On Sixth-day, after spending the afternoon in the country with a cheerful party, before going to bed, such a blessed sense of my heavenly Father’s presence and love was vouchsafed me, that every uneasy thought was swallowed up in-the precious conviction, “I know in whom I have believed.”  This love did indeed appear the “pearl of great price,” and all else as “dust in the balance.”

8th Mo. 20th.  Last week I was once or twice favored with a precious feeling of Divine love.  At one time my earnest sense of need and desire to seek Him to whom I could appeal amid many a recollection of past transgressions, in the words, “Thou knowest that I love thee,” was most sweetly followed by the remembrance of the words, “I remember thee, the kindness of thy youth, the love of thine espousals; when thou wentest after me in the wilderness, in a land that was not sown.”  At another time the precious promise, “Because thou hast made the Lord thy habitation, there shall no evil befall thee,” came livingly before me, and then I felt how far short of the terms I had fallen.  Oh, how preciously did I feel the worth of an atonement! how my Saviour’s pardon did not only remove the burden of guilt, but really reinstate me in the privileges which my backslidings had forfeited, so that the promise of safety was still mine! * * *

9th.  Mo. 20th. [Alluding to a visit from some friends.] How precious are these marks of our Father’s love!  His eye is surely on us, and His hand too, for good.  May we never, may I never, do any thing to frustrate His merciful designs!  Very various has been my state—­so dead and earthly, sometimes, that I may indeed feel that in me “dwelleth no good thing,” but now and then so filled with desires after God, that I feel assured that they come from Himself.

9th Mo. 26th.  This afternoon, in a lonely walk, my sorrow was stirred, and I hope I prayed for mercy; but it has been hard to keep any hold of the anchor.  But what! shall I leave my only Helper because of my evil case—­my only Physician because of my desperate disease?  I can take comfort in the thought that He knows