Elizabeth Dell had a meeting at Pontefract this day, where I met her; it was a very satisfactory meeting, and it was pleasant to meet with several Friends here whom I did not expect to have seen again.  The parting opportunity with E.D. has left a savor on my mind which I hope will not soon be forgotten.

Before he left England he opened negotiations with several mercantile houses, who gave him orders for linen yarn from Germany.  At Hull he writes: 

4 mo. 12.—­My detention here, waiting for a fair wind to Hamburg, has not been unpleasant; my friends are exceedingly kind, but my feelings in a religious sense have been rather depressing.

His heart was full of serious thoughts in anticipation of the voyage, which was then more formidable than it is now; but the joyful hope of a glorious immortality, if death should be suffered to overtake him, bore him up above his fears.

14_th_.—­May I be preserved in a holy reliance on the Arm of strong Power for help.  “O Lord God, who is a strong Lord like unto Thee, or to thy faithfulness round about Thee?  Thou rulest the raging of the sea:  when the waves thereof arise, Thou stillest, them.”  O may it please him to carry me in his bosom, and protect me from the dangers of the sea.  But should it please him to permit that I go down to the bottom, may I be fully resigned in humble confidence that I shall again arise to shine brighter with him in everlasting glory.  Amen.

We shall conclude this chapter with a few extracts from Elizabeth Yeardley’s letters, which well depict her character and experience; and with a copy of the weighty and pertinent testimony regarding Joseph Wood which was issued by Pontefract Monthly Meeting.

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7 mo. 13, 1818.—­The broad way seems more and more crowded, while the road to Zion is thinly scattered with poor wayworn travellers; each, or nearly so, of the former living as if there were to be no hereafter, and earth was to be their eternal home.  I have thought that as our Blessed Redeemer’s arms were extended wide on the cross to embrace perishing sinners, so do these short-sighted mortals extend their arms and their wishes in grasping unsubstantial vanities, and that craving one of Mammon, the most fascinating of all, as it increases with age.

9 mo. 24, 1819.—­I hope by what I have felt of the keen arrow of adversity piercing the heart, it will teach me, when I see it wounding any of my fellow-mortals, to endeavor to soothe, if I have nothing else in my power towards healing the wound.  Let thee and me be determined, in the name of the holy Jesus, to follow him and not look on others.  He is leading us into the pure green, ever green, pasture of humiliation, where the sheep of his pasture love to lie.  I own the road is not very pleasant; the descent is rugged, and many times the poor traveller is ashamed of being seen hobbling down by his former acquaintance; but when