of my prayer, like that of the prophet Habakkuk, is, "O Lord, revive thy work!" We have had some dear friends to visit us from the state of Ohio-old soldiers of the cross-and it was really pleasing as well as encouraging to hear them tell of the battles they had fought and the victories they had won 66 through the dear might of Him who walketh the wave." But they are gone, and we shall probably see them no more till we meet in heaven.

"O happy, happy place,

Where saints and angels meet;

There we shall see each other's face;
And all our brethren greet."

May 20th. My health has improved slowly every day till yesterday: the night before I got very little rest. But I found it sweet to meditate on that rest that remains to the people of God. I rejoice that Satan does not have dominion over me, and that I am not under the law, but under grace. O what a sweet word

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25th. To-day I walked into the garden. What a praise-inspiring season, when all nature is in bloom! I, however, shall not attempt to describe it: all I can do is to love and admire the Author. In consequence of the local preachers' conference setting here, we have had the opportunity of seeing several of the travelling preachers. Our old and valued friend, brother Giles, gave us a very pleasing account of the work of God among his people at the NewYork Mills station, and a very affecting history

of the death of a local preacher by the name of Mushpratt, who, by having his hand caught in the machinery of a cotton factory, had his arm completely severed from his body! He lived only a few hours, but died in peace. Brother

P. I did not expect to see; but we had a pleasant little interview; and when he addressed the throne of grace on our behalf, I believe every one present felt what the disciples did when Jesus said, "My peace I give unto you; my peace I leave with you."

Two weeks ago last evening we had preaching at our house, but I was too ill to leave my bed. Last evening I was able to sit up and hear father Newman* preach from Psa. xxiii, 4,

*The Rev. JONATHAN NEWMAN, by many regarded as "the apostle of Methodism" to a large portion of the now Oneida Conference. Certain it is, that few others in these parts have formed more circuits and societies, or have been instrumental in leading more souls to the Saviour. His early advantages were inconsiderable, and his language often coarse and ungrammatical, and yet his impassioned manner, joined to a kind of native eloquence, rendered him exceedingly popular with those who found their way into this wilderness at that early day. Vast crowds, considering the sparseness of the population, everywhere assembled to hear him. With an ever burning zcal, and with the most indomitable perseverance, he traversed trackless wilds, forded streams, was exposed to frosts and rains, slept in huts and hovels, lived on the coarsest fare; in a word, suffered almost every thing but downright martyrdom-and all, it is believed, to save souls from death and hell. He had his faults, and yet so many excellences, that many generations will probably pass away before his name will be forgotten. He was gathered to his fathers a few years since.-Ep.

"Though I walk through the valley and shadow of death I will fear no evil," &c. It was a very comforting time to my soul, as I believe it was also to others. Brother A. followed with a very lively exhortation, and I felt as though I could willingly sit another hour and hear the brethren speak of the wonders of redeeming love.

27th. Brother Ferguson and daughter, from Dutchess county, have come to spend the sabbath with us. The former belonged to the same society with my parents more than thirtyfive years ago, and he says he still loves the good old way. I listened with peculiar pleasure to several anecdotes which they related respecting the early part of their pilgrimage, but was most of all pleased to hear them say, "God is still with us." When all had gone to the house of God, I prayed several times for a special blessing, but did not feel satisfied, and was often tempted to think I should not be as happy to-day as I frequently am when left alone. Fatigued, I laid me down, meditating on the blessings already bestowed, and "ere I was aware," the Spirit descended in overpowering effusions; so that I was constrained to cry out, alone as I was, Glory to God! I have been blest, I am blest, and I shall be blest!" O the unutterable fulness I now felt in a Saviour's love! Praise thou the Lord, O my soul!

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June 25th. I have lived to collect my imperfect memoranda together, something in the form

of a journal, for which I feel unfeignedly thankful to God, being satisfied in my conscience that so far I have done my duty. My health continues to improve; so that I was able yesterday to meet with the people of God in the house of worship, and found it a precious season to my soul. In prayer meeting the scene was to me deeply solemn and affecting, and especially when I noticed every eye fixed on me as one snatched from the very brink of the grave. A soul redeemed demands a life of praise; and especially from one who has so many times been rescued, when, to all human appearance, death was inevitable. But, after all, I am an unprofitable servant! And yet I feel that I have near access to the throne of grace, and think I have faith to believe that God will revive his work among us. "I do believe ; Lord, help thou mine unbelief."

Sunday, July 28th. In consequence of my parents attending the camp meeting at Rome, I have no way to get to meeting this morning. But the Lord deals with me in great mercy, and I have had a time of refreshing in waiting upon him. O for more of that divine influence which quickens the soul into a holy flame!

"My soul shall then, like thine,
Abhor the thing unclean;
And, sanctified by grace divine,
For ever cease from sin!"

In the evening the young people assembled at our house for prayer meeting, and it was a time of great peace and comfort to our souls. What

a blessing! deprived as I am of the privilege of going to the house of God, my brethren come and pray with and for me. O that we may all drink deeper and deeper into the spirit of holiness!

JOURNAL

CHAPTER XII.

CONTINUED-SERIOUS EXERCISES RESPECTING

THE DUTY OF BECOMING A MISSIONARY SCHOOL TEACHER.

JULY 29th, 1827. My brothers and sisters were all at home last evening, and we had a very agreeable visit. It was to me highly gratifying to behold our aged parent at the close of our visit and of the day, though in feeble health, bowing before the King supreme, and craving a blessing upon us before we separated. My dear cousins, with whom I went to Sullivan last autumn, having made us a very pleasant visit, took their leave this morning. It was not till just before we parted that one of them (the doctor) answered the questions I had some time before proposed to him in writing, namely: "Have you regenerating grace? Are you living up to your privilege? Have you an abiding evidence of your acceptance with God?" And I am sorry to say, his mind was too deeply involved in doubts and mysteries to answer in the affirmative. God of truth and love, shine at once upon his mind and heart!

I have felt both quickened and reproved under the preaching of the word by brother Wor