that to heaven but one step, and the time between but
as one moment; and my company here sufficient to satisfy me by the
way. At such blest moments I felt perfect, full, entire satisfaction
with all that God is, all that he does; and could trust him fully with
all my concerns, spiritual, temporal, and eternal. But, alas, by and
by, like a peevish child, I began to fret, wish this, wish that;
grieve for this, grieve for that; fear this, fear that; stagger,
stumble, fall. O what a God of patience and long-suffering. And O how
rich that well-ordered covenant, that provides suitable grace for all
these unsteady seasons. It is my greatest consolation that the Lord
knows it all. There are times when I cannot see him, but every moment
he sees me. I should fall off and leave him, but he holds me fast and
never leaves me. O blessed plan, where God secures us in safety, even
from ourselves. We have not only destroyed ourselves, and he has been
our help; but we are ever destroying ourselves, and still he renews
this help.

"Well, what shall we say? Father, glorify thy name, and let us
lie in thy hand as clay in the potter's, till thou finish thy
workmanship, and fit us vessels of mercy, to be filled with happiness,
when thou shalt have done thy good pleasure in us, and by us, in this
world, through the grace that is in Christ Jesus, who loved us, and
gave himself for us; to whom be glory, honor, and praise in the church
below, and in the general assembly above, now and ever. Amen.

"My love, my heart's love, to my dear Mrs. D----. I am ever your
affectionate friend, in the bonds of the gospel,

"ISABELLA GRAHAM."

Early in 1793 Mrs. Graham heard, from a worthy clergyman at
Greenock, who, at her request, paid attention to her son, that he had
been very ill of a fever, and subsequently subject to epileptic fits.
In one of these he had fallen from the mast-head, and was rendered
unfit for service for many months. The gentleman to whom he was
apprenticed, permitted him to leave. In these circumstances Mrs.
Graham addressed to him the following letter:

"MY LONG-LOST BUT STILL DEAR SON--If this ever reach you, hearken
to the voice of your mother, your only parent, and to the voice of God
by her. O, my son, you have had a long race in the service of Satan;
he has kept you in bondage and made you his drudge. You are far
advanced in the broad way that leads to des