your joy will be full. Then your next letter will give me the joy of angels when sinners repent. F. N.

Extract of a Letter from Calais to Gardiner, Me.

Afflicted Brother in the Lord,

When I heard of your loss it deeply affected me. I have had impressions to write to you for a long time; to-day I devote a few moments, and may the Lord direct my pen, and make me instrumental of your comfort and edification. Brother C., God has removed from you one of the greatest blessings enjoyed on earth; the choice of your younger days, and the delight of your heart! Is she gone! Shall we see her no more until the great day of the Lord Jesus? The word of God alone can support us, under sorrows deep as thine. Lean, then, upon this precious promise" All things shall work together for good to them who love God." Happy the man who can say,

"I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all."

Is this your happy lot? Do you sink into the Divine will? Can you say, The world is weaned from my affections, and I am brought nearer to God? I trust you can say this! But do I not hear you say, My cares are doubled! The precious branches of my dear departed wife are leaning wholly on me, for support and instruction.Your feelings are known only to God, and those

who like you have been left with motherless children! God meets your children with a promise; "I will be a God to the orphan; let them trust in me." O pray to God; he invites you to call on him in the day of trouble; and he has assured us that he will hear our prayer. May we so live, that when death comes we may be ready, and hail him as we would a friend, who brings with him our passport to Heaven! There I hope to meet all the sanctified at God's right hand-to part no more. This lively hope.

"Gives even affliction a grace,
And reconciles man to his lot."

F N.

Extract of a Letter written from Thomaston to Hallowell.

Dear M——,

I hail you from the western bank of the Penobscot Bay, on Mr. Newell's circuit, extending from Georgetown to Knox, a four weeks' range. Truly the fields are white to harvest, and faithful laborers are few. I have a willing heart; but viewing myself a poor weak female, I try to excuse myself, and say, why me, O my Lord, why me? Why am I called to this, that, and the other duty? O sister, I feel the weight of the Redeemer's words rest on me in a manner I never did before; "Verily I say unto thee there is no man that hath left parents, or brethren, or wife, or children; for the kingdom of God's sake, who shall not receive manifold more in this present time, and in the world to come life everlasting."

This is enough; who could ask for more? Who would not be willing to sacrifice all for him, who has suffered so much, and promised so much? My soul answers,

"If such a worm as I can spread
A common Saviour's name ;-
Nor sin, nor satan can I fear,
With Jesus in my view."

A woman, when Christ was on earth, broke a box of precious ointment, and poured it on his head,and there were some who found fault! But our Lord said, let her alone, she has wrought a good work on me; she has done what she could. The Lord would accept of us if we did what we could, small as our mites might be. I feel the importance of working while the day lasts, for the night (death) cometh, wherein no man can work. The Lord is at work in great mercy, and converting souls in this place. O sister M., my mind often carries me to your comfortable dwelling, and seats me by you alone in sweet and private interview ;--but recollection hurries me back to my place far distant from you.-Kind benefactors are multiplied, and my heart is often raised in silent, but ardent desires for the benevolent souls whose hands have administered to my necessities. I cannot forget them, neither can I say that I am worthy for whom they do this Oh no! I am the most unworthy of all the little ones of my heavenly Father. Yet through the grace of God I do I must claim this appellation, "little one!"-Q claim the reward promised, and God will bless you. Unworthy as I am, I claim a large interest in your addresses at the Throne of Grace ;

and may Christ be our wisdom, righteousness, sanctification and complete redemption.

"Descend, celestial fire,

And seize me from above!
Wrap me in flames of pure desire,
A sacrifice of love.

Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days;

And to my God my soul ascend,
In sweet perfumes of praise."

Farewell in love,

F. N.

Extract of a Letter from Gardiner to Sidney, dated July 15, 1818.

Dear Mother,

I come now to write to you a farewell, as I cannot see you face to face ;-and may the Lord direct my pen. I calculated much on seeing you before my departure, but I am disappointed. Shall I be disappointed of meeting you again on earth?—If I meet you in Heaven I will ask no more.--Are you bound there? Then be careful for nothing; but with prayer and thanksgiving make your request known to God, who is able to cleanse, and make you fit for glory. O my parents, pray for me, that I may be supported under whatever trial I may be called to pass, and glorify God in my soul and body which are his; and may we all seek an entire conformity to the mind and will of God; and prove the depth, the height, the length, and breadth of the Jove of God, which passeth all understanding. We

expect to sail tomorrow at an early hour, for St. Croix. I leave my native land, and for what? to gain silver or gold? No! Money could not tempt me to make the sacrifice I do. What then am I going for? I answer, to encourage a preacher of the Gospel; and help in the great and glorious work of winning souls to Christ! And although I may pass deep waters of affliction, I have no dread, because I trust in the Lord; for in the Lord Jehovah, is everlasting strength.

Although death may be near, and the grave at my feet, I trust in the Lord to land me safe, where the waves of trouble will cease to roar, and the tempest be forever calm. Then, O then,

"When the victory we have won,
And each receive a starry crown,
We'll shout and sing our sufferings o'er,
On that eternal happy shore."

Extract of a Letter from Calais to Sidney, Maine.

"Dear Parents,

The Lord is very gracious to me. He has visited us with sickness since we came to this country. But he knows what is best. Let him do what seemeth good in his sight, is the language of my heart. I write a few lines and then give over writing to wait on the sick, one of whom is my daughter. But the Lord is my shield and my strength. His grace is equal to my day. I believe these afflictions are designed for our good." In another letter she writes thus :-" My courage far exceeds my strength, or I should not go. My health is poor