last assault upon him.  I repeated several promises to which he listened with attention, and then prayed with him.  In about half an hour the Lord broke in upon his soul so gloriously, that he desired his wife to come and tell me what the Lord had done for him.  My soul rejoiced with him.—­This solemn moment I give myself to Thee.  O let me henceforth be Thy devoted servant, willing at all times to yield my will to Thine!  Dost Thou say to me, ’I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness?’ Then it is enough.  I am the Lord’s, and He is mine.  Blessed union!  God is love; I feel it now.

“1838.  In converse with my friends, I have endeavoured to keep a conscience void of offence, and to walk in simplicity before the Lord; but Oh! when viewed in the glass of God’s law, how deficient!  Yet will I aim at the perfect model.—­This morning, a young man named Calvert, who is going as a missionary to the South Seas, called upon us.  With him I sent a letter to my Richard, having sat up the previous night writing, and little thinking I should have such an opportunity of sending it.  Old feelings revived in my breast; but after he was gone, while musing about my son and the perils of missionary life, these words were sweetly applied:  ’It is not the will of your Father in heaven, that one of these little ones should perish.’—­The box sent to Richard, which has been lost for three months, is just found in proper time to go with a missionary bound for the same islands.  There is a providence unseen by us, whose watchful eye protects the minutest interests of His own; ’Even the very hairs of your heads are all numbered.’—­Informed that poor Mrs. W. was fast sinking, I hastened to see her; she was struggling with her last enemy, but smiling in His grasp.  When told that she would soon join in singing ‘Hallelujah,’ she smiled and said.  ‘Yes;’ and shortly after exchanged mortality for life.”

  MY FRIEND’S DEPARTURE.

  How solemn was the room! 
    How still that scene of death! 
  My friend ’mid twilight gloom,
    Lay gasping hard for breath;
  The death dews on her temples stood;
  She smiled adieu, and crossed the flood.

  Angels were hov’ring round,
    And breathing incense there;
  Almost I heard the sound
    Of wings upon the air;
  Light as the breeze, and clear as light,
  Her happy spirit took its flight.

  Back on that solemn hour
    My thoughts are often cast;
  Be mine such faith and power
    To triumph at the last;
  With smiles to meet my latest foe,
  And die eternal life to know.