“Cleethorpes.  Much of the day passed upon the terrace.  Had a conversation with a Church lady, to whom the Lord enabled me to speak of the things of God; and have since been praying that conviction may fasten upon her conscience.—­Was sent for to visit a lady upon a sick bed, with whom I had a free conversation.  I have now seen her three or four times, and she seems really in earnest to save her soul.  She has known something of the truth for fifteen years; but is much depressed by a nervous affection.  I have been led to admire the harmonies and adaptations of nature.  Can it be that God should thus provide for man in his fallen condition, and will He forget to provide for His own?  Never!  Infinite Power, is infinite love.—­Called to see a person who is sick, but was disappointed.  However, I conversed and prayed with her mother, and afterward went to read to a poor blind woman who is in the way to heaven.—­Called to see a person with whom I conversed a few days ago;—­heard her groaning in great pain, but did not see her.  The daughter, who is also ill and much harassed with attending upon her mother, said, they had now no time for religion, as affliction put every thing else out of their thoughts; yet she admitted its importance.  I gave her a few words of counsel, and when I left, told her I should pray for them.  She looked at me with surprise, and we parted, probably to meet no more till we meet at the bar of God.  Both of them knew something of religion years ago.  Lord, save me from trifling.—­Left Cleethorpes at six.  The Grimsby packet was crowded, and there were many wicked people on board.  I was glad when we reached Hull.—­Two of my members lie at the point of death; one, above eighty, is perhaps already gone.  She has not been able to attend her class for some years, but I have regularly visited her; and often been encouraged while praying with her.  A wicked son has been a great trouble to her, and, I am informed, often used her ill.  To the last she expressed confidence in God.  I have seen her several times since the commencement of this last affliction, which has only been of a week’s duration.  Last night she was just entering the valley, and the power of recollection was nearly gone.  The other, whom I also saw last night, is aged, and with a happy expression of countenance declared her trust in God, and hope of heaven.  Two others that I saw, both above eighty, were joyfully waiting their release.”

  Exiled from my Father’s home,
    A pilgrim here below;
  Looking,—­longing, lo!  I come
    More of Thy love to know. 
  Let me here, like Mary, sit;
    Claim Thee every moment mine;
  Willing always to submit,
    And lose my will in Thine.

“I retain the earnest desire after full dedication to God, Spared to see the last moments of another year; I am resolved that God shall have my heart.  Worthless enough!  But the atonement!  Here is my hope and consolation.  Yes, my all centres here.”