ou a crown laid up for thee? Is thine heart set upon heavenly
riches? If not, read this story once more, and then pray earnestly for
like precious faith?

But if, through grace, thou dost love and serve the Redeemer that saved
the Dairyman's daughter, grace, peace, and mercy be with thee! The lines
are fallen unto thee in pleasant places! thou hast a goodly heritage.
Press forward in duty, and wait upon the Lord, possessing thy soul in
holy patience. Thou hast just been with me to the grave of a departed
believer. Now, "go thy way, till the end be; for thou shalt rest, and
stand in thy lot at the end of the days."

Footnotes:

{116} An interesting account of a visit made to the Dairyman, appeared
in the _Christian Guardian_ for October 1813, and which is here
inserted:--

"It has rarely, if ever, fallen to my lot to trace the gracious dealing
of God with greater advantage or delight, than in the narrative of the
Dairyman's Daughter: and as the Isle of Wight had evidently furnished the
author with the scenery he has so finely touched, I concluded that the
pious subject of the little memoir had resided there, and determined
that, when I next visited that delightful spot, I would make inquiry
respecting her. At the close of April last year, I had occasion to go
there. At the village of B--- I had the good fortune to learn her name,
and the situation of the cottage that had been honoured with her
residence and death; and being told that the old man, her father, whose
name is W---, still lived there, I determined to find out his humble
dwelling, and obtain an interview with the aged Dairyman.

"It was with feelings not to be described that I visited the spot which
had been so peculiarly honoured by the gracious presence of the Most
High. On inquiry, I found that Elizabeth W--- died about eleven years
ago; that her mother followed her in the same year; that one of her
brothers (whom I did not see) lived in the same cottage; and that her
father was about eighty years of age. The venerable old man appeared to
wonder at the feelings of a stranger, but seemed thankful for my visit,
and wept as I made past scenes again pass before his view. I was happy
to find that his hopes were built upon the Rock of Ages; that his sure
trust was in the Redeemer of sinners. We talked of the kind attentions
of the Rev. Mr ---, of the happy death of Elizabeth, of the wondrous
grace of God; and when I bade him farewell, and