power.  He blessed me with a humble, settled confidence, and sweet peace.—­Cousin had a restless night; the enemy was again permitted to try her sorely; but during the day, she was enabled to tread him down under her feet.  ’I’ll trust Him with my all,’ she said, ’I’ll trust Him with my all.’—­The poor man above-mentioned, sent for me, apparently in an agony for the salvation of his soul; but whether it is the fear of death and its consequences, or sorrow for his sin, how difficult to determine!  I endeavoured to show him that he was a helpless, undone sinner; and that all his hope was in the merits of Christ:  staid with him nearly two hours, during which he seemed earnestly seeking mercy.  I saw him again in the afternoon, but he was not in such agony.  He thinks the Lord will not cast him off.  The thought of the dying thief, alone, gives me room to hope.

  Oh! would’st Thou, Lord, the veil remove,
  And manifest Thy pardoning love.

But how?  Only through Christ, wilt Thou exalt the riches of Thy mercy by preparing this poor sinner’s heart, and snatching him as a brand from the burning.—­Visited the poor man again, and came home thankful, that I had the opportunity to do it.  He now resolves on the side of virtue.  Oh! that his decision may be sustained by the strength of the Lord!—­Cousin was oppressed with sickness during the night, but her cry was; ’Help me to suffer as a Christian.’—­When I asked how she was, she said, ’I have had a sweet night-so many precious promises brought to my mind.  Praise the Lord; ’to them that believe, He is precious.’—­Much worse, able to say little.  In the evening she desired me to pray; it was truly a blessed season.  When I rose, she exclaimed: 

  ’We’ll shout by turns the bursting joy,
  And all eternity employ
    In songs around the throne!’

’Glory be to God, cousin, we shall; yes, we shall.’—­This morning I awoke a little before three, and got upon my knees.  He, who slumbers not, was present to bless me.  At ten I accompanied my friends to chapel:  a blessed sermon!  I was so much affected while Mr. C. was speaking of the Lord’s ability to deliver us from our spiritual foes, that I could do nothing but weep for joy.  My enemies seemed all vanquished, by the revelation which my faith realized of the power of God.

  ‘Faith, mighty faith, the promise’ saw.

O may I never doubt again.  I feel all peace, and tranquility, but no particular joy:  I perceive myself nothing; but through the blood of Jesus, I claim salvation.  Elizabeth is increasingly weak, but enjoys great peace.  She was unable to turn herself; but after an ineffectual attempt, upheld by the power of God, she exclaimed, ’Praise the Lord!  I cannot praise Him enough:  though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.’  This evening I overheard, ‘Precious God,’ ‘Salvation,’ ’My Jesus.’  Then turning her head, she said, ’Since I have been afflicted, the enemy has tried many ways to take