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 God, and Chriſt, and glory, as in a glaſs, but to-morrow heaven's gates ſhall be opened, and thou ſhalt be in the full enjoyment of that glory, which eye hath not ſeen, nor the ear heard, nor the heart of man can conceive. God hath now ſwallowed up thy thoughts with the joys of heaven, but e'er long thou ſhalt be fully ſwallowed up in the enjoyment of heaven. O marvel not there ſhould be ſuch quietneſs and calmneſs in thy ſpirit, whilſt thou art ralling into this tempeſtuous ſtorm, becauſe thou perceiveſt, by the eye of faith, a haven of reſt, where thou ſhalt be with Chriſt the glory of heaven. O lift up thy head with joy, when thou layeſt it upon the block, in the thoughts of this, that thou art laying thy head to reſt in thy Saviour's boſom, which, when thou ſhalt awake, ſhall be crowned not with an earth crown that fadeth away, but with an heavenly crown of glory. O be not diſcouraged, when thou ſhalt ſee a guard of ſoldiers triumphing with their trumpets about thee; but lift up thy head, and thou ſhalt behold God with a guard of angels, his holy angels, triumphing for the receiving thee to glory. O! be not diſcouraged at the ſcoffs and reproaches thou mayeſt meet with in thy ſhort way to heaven; for be aſſured, that God will not only glorify thy ſoul and body in heaven, but he will as ſure make thy memory glorious upon earth. Oh! let not one troubled thought for thy wife and babes ariſe within thee, thy God will be our God and portion, he will be a huſband to thy widow and a father to thy children; the grace of thy God will be ſufient for us. Now, my dear, I deſire willingly and freely to reſign up my right of thee to my Father, and thy Father who hath the greateſt part and intereſt in thee. Though men have ſeperated us for a time, yet our merciful God will bring us together again, where we ſhall eternally enjoy one another, never to ſeperate more; and let me hear how God bears up thy heart, and let me taſte of the comforts that ſupport thee that they may, be as pillars of marble to bear up my heart. I can write no more.

Farewell, farewell; My Dear, till we ſhall meet where we ſhall bid farewell no more, till which time, I leave thee in the hands of a tender hearted Father, and do the beſt till I ſhall reſt with thee in heaven. LOVE.