will lie,
  And wait the summons from the flaming sky: 
  When ocean, trembling in its briny bed,
  And earth, upheaving, shall restore her dead. 
  Roused by the voice, that heaven and earth shall shake,
  At that momentous period, I must wake,
  Among my fellow clay unknown before,—­
  Must wake with horror, or with joy adore. 
  Oh, wondrous scene! most awful! most august! 
  Th’ event is certain, and the purpose just. 
  The Judge’s eye will pierce the inmost soul,
  Each hidden record of the past unroll;
  No word, no motive, no minuter thought
  Escape exposure, into judgment brought. 
  Oh! that these solemn truths, with equal force,
  Might rule my soul, throughout its earthly course;
  That every scene, and every hour, may give
  True witness then, to God alone I live! 
  So with the saints in glory shall I rise,
  To hear the welcome plaudit from the skies,
  “Well done.”  Unbounded love! no tongue can tell
  What transports then my ravished heart shall swell. 
  A worm! an atom! less than nothing I! 
  By love redeemed from death, and raised on high.

“Wrote a few lines to Miss B. concerning her soul’s welfare.  She is very obliging, but destitute of the ’one thing needful.’—­Called upon Mrs. Farrar—­we prayed together.  How much happier should we live if the time, so often wasted in chit-chat, were occupied in prayer.  Help me, O God, against this soul-robbing evil.  I found it profitable.—­The Lord is teaching me the happy lesson of telling all my heart to Him.  With respect to domestic grievances, I do not feel them to be so great a burden as formerly.  My conscience feels tender, and though not always equally happy, I find prayer sweet, and the Bible my delightful study.  This is Thy doing, to Thee be all the praise.—­Passing a person, who was standing at his own door, I felt prompted to speak to him about his soul.  I turned back, and did so, inviting him to go to the Chapel:  but, alas!  I seemed as one that told an idle tale.—­I took tea with Mr. T. While he was at prayer, my soul was so lifted up, I could scarcely help expressing my feelings aloud.  What a heaven, is the enjoyment of God!  Prayer is the life of my soul, and the delight of my heart; yet I have to mourn over my weakness in consenting to conversation, which some may think very proper; but which does not tend to edification.  I want to do all for eternity.—­We received a turkey and a basket of fruit from a friend.  I note this, as it would appear, the Lord is resolved, we shall lose nothing by entertaining his servants;—­a preacher with his wife and three children, strangers to us, having come, as they had no other place of refuge, to stay with us till Monday.  ’Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for some have entertained angels unawares.’—­A very stormy day; but where Thy presence is how delightfully calm.  The Lord does not leave me notwithstanding all my