10 mo. 27.—­My retirement and reading this morning has been more tendering to my spirit than for a long time past.  I read and considered the institution of the Passover, when the Israelites were led out of Egypt; and it appears clear to me that the sprinkling the door-posts with the blood of the lambs, as commanded, was a type of our Saviour’s blood which was shed for our transgressions, and that we must be saved by his becoming our paschal lamb.  As the destroying angel only passed over the doors and preserved those who had received the mark, so can we only be saved by being willing to apply the blood of our dear Saviour to wash and cleanse us from our sins.  What a beauty there is in the connection of Scripture truths when we read them with a simple heart prepared to receive the right impression which may be opened!

The Friends of Minden and the little company of awakened people at Eidinghausen, who on his first coming to Germany had taken so firm a hold of John Yeardley’s mind, continued to excite his religious sympathy, and he again visited them in the latter part of this year.

(Minden.)—­On Seventh-day last, the 1st of the Eleventh Month, I left home in company with some of my dear Pyrmont friends to attend the Two-months’ Meeting, and to spend a few days with my dear friends of this place.  I lodge with Frederick Schmidt, and feel myself perfectly at home.  It is a most orderly and agreeable family, consisting of himself, daughter, and housekeeper; and the time passes pleasantly away when I am only enough concerned to improve the opportunities afforded by this good man’s company.  He was one of the first in this place who was convinced of the religious principles of Friends, and his beginning was small both in temporals and spirituals.  I cannot but admire how his endeavors have been prospered.  He remarked the other evening in conversation, that it was of great advantage to the Friends to persevere in their outward callings, and not to jump (us he expressed it) out of one thing into another.  This would be the means of establishing their credit as men of business.

11 mo. 7.—­Sarah Grubb mentions[2] that when she visited Minden, she met with great kindness and attention from a councillor of the place, who on their leaving accompanied them a little way out of the town to an inn, where he had provided coffee, and had invited a few of his friends to take leave of them.  This was at the house of my worthy host [Frederick Schmidt], who then kept the inn at Kuckuk, and had for some time been under deep [religious] impressions.  He related to me that her discourse in the meeting she had Lad in the town had affected him, and yet he could not give her his hand, but went into the garden to weep; but after she had got into the carriage and driven from the door, she suddenly made a stop, came again into the house, and asked for him.  He being called, she had a remarkable opportunity with him; she told him she believed the