some errands on the Lord's account. Passing a spot where
a person once a member resided, I called to see how her mind was
affected now. She was much pleased, and said the Lord had sent me, as
she was wishing to see me, having had her desires after eternal life
revived. Some others, to whom I was directed, were equally disposed
to unite themselves with the people of God.--Two days ago cousin
evidently altered for the worse; she has spoken little, but been
remarkably patient, through her protracted affliction. This morning
she expressed her confidence in God; and a few minutes after
eleven her happy spirit returned to God. We sorrow, but not without
hope,--Her remains were conveyed to Sinnington for interment. Past
recollections seemed to drink up my spirit; only one survivor--upon
the spot--of all those whom long association has endeared
to me. We called upon Mr. B.; but ah! how changed! completely
paralyzed,--apparently incapable of much impression, and yet, I fear,
unsaved! I spoke to him, and also his son, on the necessity of making
their peace with God, and then prayed with them; but my mind was
afterward pained because I had done the work so inefficiently.--The
last fortnight I have several times visited a little boy, sinking
in decline. When first I saw him, he appeared quite ignorant of his
sinful condition; but divine light has gradually beamed upon his soul.
The last time, he expressed a confidence I had not observed before.
His mother tells me, she has often heard him engaged in earnest
prayer; and once, perceiving him much worse, she said, 'Bill, thou's
very ill.' 'Yes,' he replied, 'but I shall soon be _better_.' When
near death, he asked, 'Do you see who's come for me?' she said,
'No, who is it?' He answered, 'Jesus;' and clasping his hands, said
repeatedly, 'Lord, help me!' then placing them together, under his
head, gently passed away.--While endeavouring to do my Master's will,
I carry my heaven about with me. My soul enjoys peace, with a deep
sense of my own nothingness. 'Christ is all; other refuge have I
none.'"

All praise to God, whose sleepless eye,
Observed my tender years;
And blessed me with parental love,
Parental prayers and tears.

Through every lane of life I trace
His providential care;
In many a time of need, His grace
And guardian hand were there.

His still small voice of love I heard,
When in the blush of youth;
I paused, and listened to the word