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Fulfil all the benign predictions concerning her latter day glory, and O make all, who stand on the walls of Jerusalem, to lift up their voices, like trumpets, and display the tremendous thunders of Sinai, and the affecting scenes of Calvary; and may they all be burning and shining lights, zealously engaged in the cause of Christ, in season and out of season. Have mercy, Lord, on a world lying in wickedness. O that the contentions, animosities and envies, that now draw down judgments upon us, may soon be exterminated by the efficacy of thy grace; and the warring nations harmoniously concur in provoking unto love and good works. "Hasten the time, when Asia and Africa shall emerge from their present degradation, ignorance, superstition and errors, to the beauties of holiness, and the worship of Jehovah. Succeed all the proper exertions of our missionaries to plant religion in heathen lands, and make them all wise to win souls to Christ. Bless my dearly beloved Harriet. Tho now far distant, and majestic waters roll between our mortal frames, O may we daily meet at the mercy-seat, and there hold sweet communion. May all her trials, privations and hardships, be counterbalanced by peace of conscience, and joy in the Holy Ghost; and O may many poor souls rise up and call her blessed, and may all her endeavors in thy cause be abundantly prospered. May her body and soul prosper, and be in health, and may she at length die in the Lord, and meet all her pious friends in the Canaan above. Bless all Christian and Humane Societies, for the alleviation of misery, the suppression of

vice and immorality, and the diffusion of knowledge and piety. May they all meet with thy approbation, and be honored with thy propitious smiles. Especially let that recently formed in Bradford for the instruction of poor children, meet thy peculiar protection. May it embrace a large sphere of usefulness, and be made a mean of meliorating the condition of many in body and soul. Open the hearts of all to give according to their ability, and may this delightful plan interest the prayers of all Christians, to whom it is known. May those who are selected for the instructresses, be em. inently qualified for their arduous undertaking. Impart unto them adequate wisdom, patience, meekness, self-denial, deadness to the world, active zeal and Christian humility. O Lord, the hearts of all are in thy hands. O turn them to thee, and let grace, mercy and peace abound every where, and assimilate this world to the heavens above, where storms never rise, nor tempests blow, but where tranquillity and love forever reign. Amen.

Letter to Miss N. K. of Newburyport.

Beverly, April, 1813.

LAST Sabbath, my dear Nancy, Mr. D. preached his valedictory discourse from Acts 20:25,26,27. It was very solemn and affecting. "Farewell," said he at the close, "Farewell, these hallowed courts; farewell, this sacred desk; farewell forever." I do not know that I ever spent a more mournful Sabbath. A thousand tender reflections and feelings with their accumulated weight rent my heart with anguish, and almost overwhelmed me.

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conflicting emotions were past the power of description, known only to God and myself. It is, my dear cousin, a very solemn consideration, that every sermon we hear, every pious letter we receive from our friends, every prayer that is offered, and every good observation dropped within our hearing, extend their influences through the countless ages of eter nity. O then, can we fail to apply them in all their energy to our souls, and faithfully consider and improve them as talents put into our hands? O, should they rise up in judgment against us; and enhance our future condemnation, how dreadfully aggravated would be our misery. How much better would it have been for us to have been ignorant Hottentots, wandering in the desert wilds of Africa, without a Bible, without a pious minister or friend; nay, how much better had it been for us had we never been born. O my cousin, eternal things imperiously demand our solemn attention, and profound consideration. The tribunal of God will ere long be erected, to which we are amenable for every thought, word and action, and from which there can be no appeal. O that then our unworthy names may appear written in the Lamb's book of life. O what strange and amazing things will that day bring to light. How much wickedness perpetrated in secret, how many enormous crimes which sought the darkness of the night for their covering, and how many unblazoned deeds of charity, and labors of love will then be revealed. There the widow with her two mites. reccives a gracious commendation, and infinite remuneration, and all who have emulated her

example from evangelical motives, with all who have in the most humble and retired manner evinced their love to Immanuel, by advancing his cause in any degree and way, shall then be elevated to seats of immortal glory and stupendous bliss.

O my dear cousin, shall we not be Christians? Shall we not love the Lord Jesus, who became poor, that we might be made rich; who left heaven, that he might prepare, the way for our going thither; who left the homage of angels and archangels, that we might be raised to the fruition of their holy society; who died on the cross of Calvary, that we might be rescued from the second death, and blessed with endless life? O that our stony hearts were transformed into flesh, that they might be susceptible of ardent love to the immaculate Savion, and a relish for spiritual things. Much of our time is gone to waste. Many precious years we have spent in sin; and, except we repent, we may soon sigh for a moment of probation, "when worlds want wealth to buy." We stand on the borders of the eternal world. Let us deposit our treasures and our hearts in the court of heaven, and we shall have an unfailing source of comfort, the foundations of which the united assaults of earth and hell can never undermine; and when the heavens shall be dissolved, the elements melt with fervent heat, the world be in flames, Christ appearing in the clouds with a glorious retinue of angels, the last trumpet giving the awful signal, and the nations springing from their dusty and watery graves, then, then we may lift up our heads with joy, knowing that our redemption draweth nigh. I am your affectionate cousin,

F.

Letter to Miss B. K. of Bradford.

Beverly, April 12, 1815.

I THANK YOU, my dear Betsy, for your very obliging letter, and, if mine could be any compensation for it, I should address you with much more alacrity than I do at present. How do you enjoy your mind? Does your soul prosper? Alas, if you were to ask me the same questions, I should give you a most mournful answer. I should expatiate, with reiterated sighs, on my own vileness, worthlessness, darkness and despondency. But why these complaints? Why am I stupid and dejected? Yonder is the Fountain of living waters, and that river, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and the Lamb. There stands Gilead's Physician, with his healing balm, tendering life, light, salvation and glory, to perishing worms, till his head is filled with the dew, and his locks with the drops of the night. O where is my faith? "Lord, I believe; help thou my unbelief." How desirable it is to have some sweet perceptions of the amiableness, the grace and glory of the Lamb of God, and to feel these stubborn hearts melting into compunction, gratitude and love. JESUS! let our inmost souls vibrate with rapturous wonder and adoring love at the mention of his name. JESUS! transportingly glorious, and amazing word, which no mortal dialect call adequately explain, no inhabitant of earth fully understand. Be it music to our ears, and celestial joy to our hearts, the frequent theme of our delightful meditation and grateful praises. Well might the martyr Lambert's motto be, "None but Christ-none but Christ."

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