The wonderful purple stream which flowed for the healing of the nations, has a branch for us.  Nay, is Christ divided?  “The grace of God that bringeth salvation hath appeared to (for) all men, teaching us that denying ungodliness and worldly lust, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly in this present world, looking for that blessed hope and glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ, who gave himself for us that he might redeem us from all iniquity, and purify unto himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works.”—­Titus ii. 11-14.

But you say you have not the privilege of hearing of this gospel of which I speak.  I know it; and this is my great grief.  But you shall have it; I will send it to you by my humble prayer; I can do it; I will beg our heavenly Father, and he will preach this gospel to you in his holy providence.

You, dear father and mother cannot have much longer to live in this troublesome and oppressive world; you cannot bear the yoke much longer.  And as you approach another world, how desirable it is that you should have the prospect of a different destiny from what you have been called to endure in this world during a long life.

But it is the gospel that sets before you the hope of such a blessed rest as is spoken of in the word of God, Job iii. 17, 19.  “There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest; there the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressors.  The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.”

Father, I know thy eyes are dim with age and weary with weeping, but look, dear father, yet a little while toward that haven.  Look unto Jesus, “the author and finisher of thy faith,” for the moment of thy happy deliverance is at hand.

Mother, dear mother, I know, I feel, mother, the pangs of thy bleeding heart, that thou hast endured, during so many years of vexation.  Thy agonies are by a genuine son-like sympathy mine; I will, I must, I do share daily in those agonies of thine.  But I sincerely hope that with me you bear your agonies to Christ who carries our sorrows.

  O come then with me, my beloved family, of weary heart-broken and
  care-worn ones, to Jesus Christ, “casting all your care upon him, for he
  careth for you.”—­2 Peter v. 7.

  With these words of earnest exhortation, joined with fervent prayer to
  God that He may smooth your rugged way, lighten your burden, and give a
  happy issue out of all your troubles, I must bid you adieu.

  Your son and brother,

  JAS. P.

  Alias J.W.C.  PENNINGTON.

  TO COLONEL F——­ T——­, OF H——­, WASHINGTON COUNTY, MD. 1844.

  DEAR SIR,