O my slowness of heart to believe!  A friend from the village called; and conversing on the low state of spiritual feeling among us, we agreed to make the case known to God every forenoon at half-past ten.—­At the appointed hour I felt the throne accessible, and my soul was revived and stirred up:  as to the village, I know not what to say.—­Praise God, my soul is happy—­happy still.  My appointment was brought to my recollection very near the moment:  my own soul was refreshed, but I experienced little feeling for my neighbours.—­Half-past ten:  a blessed softening season; felt the village laid as a burden upon me, for which I had power to plead. [These memoranda are continued, and the voice of intercession was not in vain; for within a short time, thirty new members were added to the little village society].”

  TO MY MARY.

  Why does my Mary look so sad,
    And wear a pensive air? 
  Where can the antidote be had
    To banish gloomy care?

  Say, why your spirits sink and droop;
    Will Jesus not return? 
  Arise, He calleth you, look up;
    O’er you His bowels yearn.

  No sorrow can the bosom feel,
    But Jesus’ love can cure;
  The wounded spirit He can heal,
    The fainting heart assure.

  The humble, contrite sinner shares
    His kind, observing eye;
  He sees your tears, He hears your prayers,
    And will regard your cry.

  Arise, and shake you from the dust,
    Arise, ‘He calleth you;’
  With filial boldness dare to trust,
    And find His promise true.

  So gloom and sadness shall retreat,
    And peace and joy return;
  For while you sit at Jesus’ feet,
    Your heart with love will burn.

“Saw a letter from dear little John, informing his sister that he, with others of his school-fellows, has entered the Methodist Society.  He is just about the same age I was, when I received my first ticket; and from connexion with this people my name has never been erased, though hundreds of times I have not deserved the privilege of membership; but the people have borne with me, and more than this, God has borne with me, even till now.  Glory be to God for ever!—­Some struggle through life, and through successive years, are tossed on stormy seas; others more calmly pass their appointed time; but such as die in infancy, fly as a bird to its rest, and are privileged with an early entrance into glory.  So happy was James R., who careless of all below, smiled, and bid the world adieu.—­Had an interview with Mrs. B.A.  We found it good to be at the feet of Jesus.  I told her that I thought of resigning my Sabbath class, that I might turn my attention more fully to the village.  We agreed to bring it before the Lord for a fortnight, to ask his direction.—­I have written eight copies of Mr. Stoner’s ‘Rules for Prayer-Meetings.’ and given them to our prayer-leaders.  At the time of distribution, a circumstance occurred, which, though distinct from them, yet happening at the same time, will possibly be connected with them in my future recollections, and occasion mingled feelings.—­Delivered my Sabbath class-book to Mrs. A., who, in connexion with Mrs. C., has kindly relieved me, for the present, of a responsibility, which, under existing circumstances, I feel it right to decline.