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 port of rest, and with the blood-washed millions praise the Lamb of God for redeeming love? Hasten; blessed Immanuel, that glorious period, when all thy exiled children shall arrive at their eternal home!

Apr 29.— A sudden death this week. Mrs C was in health and prosperity one hour, and the next— in the cold embraces of the universal conquerer! May this solemn event be sanctified to surviving friends! And may it lead me to place my affections on the things of eternity!

May 11.— Called upon a friend this morning, who, to human appearance, is on the brink of the grave. She was speechless, though not senseless. Her very countenance declared the importance of religion. Never shall I forget the affectionate manner in which she pressed my hand to her bosom, and lifted her eyes to heaven, as if calling down a blessing upon me. Oh that I could rightly improve this affecting dispensation of Providence.

1810. Oct. 10.— This day entered upon my eighteenth year. Seventeen years have rolled, almost insensibly, away. I still remain a pilgrim in this barren land. Merciful Jesus, on the commencement of this year, may thy supporting hand be underneath me, and if my life is prolonged, may it be more faithfully devoted to thee, and to thy blessed cause.

Oct 20.— A female friend called upon us this morning. She informed me of her determination to quit her native land, to endure the sufferings of a Christian Missionary among heathen nations- to spend her days in India's sultry clime. How did this news affect my heart! Is she willing to do all this for God; and shall I refuse to lend my little aid, in a land where divine revelation has shed its clearest rays? I have felt more for the salvation