How shall my guilty spirit meet
    The great, all-searching eye? 
  Conscious of my deficiencies,
    As in the dust I lie.

  How shall I join the ransom’d throng
    Around the throne that stand,
  And cast their crowns before thy feet,
    Lord of the saintly band?

12th Mo. 6th, 1836.  There are seasons in which I am favored to feel a quiet resignation, to spend and be spent in the service of Him who, even in my youthful days, has been pleased to visit me with the overshadowing of His mercy and love, and to require me to give up all my dearest secret idols, and every thing which exalts self against the government of the Prince of Peace.

4th Mo. 3d, 1837.  Almost in despair of ever being what I ought to be.  I feel so poor in every good thing, and so amazingly rich in every bad thing.  Still this little spark of love that remains, seems to hope in Him “who will not quench the smoking flax.”

6th Mo. 4th.  I have cause to be very watchful.  Satan is at hand:  temptations abound, and it is no easy matter to keep in the right way.  To have my affections crucified to the world is my desire.  The way to the celestial city, is not only through the valley of humiliation, but also through the valley of the shadow of death.

6th Mo. 11th.  Many things have lately occurred which have flattered my vanity.  I have received compliments and commendations:  old Adam likes these things, and persuades me that I am somebody, and may well feel complacency.  How needful is watchfulness! may the true light discover to me the snares that are set on every side.

7th Mo. 2d.  May I be enabled to give myself up as clay into the Potter’s hand, without mixing up any thing of my own contriving; and in the silence of all flesh, wait to have the true seed watered and nourished by heavenly dew.

8th Mo. 2d.  I feel humbled at the sight of my many backslidings and deficiencies.  Oh, may He, “who is touched with a feeling of our infirmities,” in just judgment, remember mercy.  If He does not, there can be no hope for me; but oh!  I trust He will.  “Let not Thy hand spare, nor Thine eye pity, till Thou hast made me what thou wouldst have me to be.”

8th Mo. 20th.  Utterly unworthy!  Oh, my Father! if there be any right beginning, if there be the least spark of good within me, carry it on:  oh, increase it, that I may become as a plant of thy right hand planting, that I may become a sheep of thy fold.  Assist me to present myself before thee in true silence, that I may wait upon thee in truth, and worship thee in the silence of all flesh, and know “all my treasure, all my springs, in Thee.”

10th Mo. 13th.  We have just been favored with a visit from J.P., which has been to me a great comfort.  At our Monthly Meeting