7th Mo. 16th.  I hope I do sincerely desire to seek for strength to cast my many burdens on Him who careth for me; and, oh, if I did but live in the spirit, and walk in the spirit, more faithfully, surely I should know more of what it is to “be careful for nothing,” but in every thing to make known my requests unto God.  Quiet is most congenial.  Oh that the few weeks remaining to me here, may all be given to Him who alone can bless!  But this desperate heart—­might it not well be despaired of?  I trust I have got to this point, “God be merciful to me a sinner.”  “Let me fall now into the hands of the Lord, for His mercies are great,” and not into-human hands, nay, not my own.  I thought I saw some sweetness in the words, “By His stripes ye are healed.”

7th Mo. 17th.  Why do I not feel that nothing I can do is so important as what I am, and that things without had better be ever so much neglected, than things within set wrong for their sake?

7th Mo. 21st.  Had very comfortable feelings yesterday in meeting.  Oh, it was joyful to believe that God was near to bless and to forgive.  This evening, I have longed to commit my soul and its keeping into my Father’s hands.  Oh for a little more faith in His infinite, everlasting mercy!  To come even boldly to the throne of grace, is the high calling even of those most in need of mercy.

  7th Mo 26th.  Letter to C.B.C.

* * * I hope that so far I have been favored with a measure of real help and good hope, though often sensible of multiplied difficulties and dangers, amid the desire to maintain such a state of mind and feeling as I ought.  Perhaps the strong light in which I have often perceived how the best earthly hope may be blighted or blasted, even when all seems outwardly favorable, is a true blessing; and would that it might lead me oftener where all our wants can be best and only supplied!  I know that self is the foe to be dreaded most, and that is so ever near, sticks so close, that there can be no remedy effectual that is not applied with the penetrating power and all-wise discretion which are no attributes of ours.  And yet how often do we vainly try to help ourselves!

Two days after this, she wrote to her friend M.B. and alluded very feelingly to the prospect of leaving her old home and its associations.  Ever taking a humble view of herself and of her fitness for the duties she was expecting to assume, she writes of