ten thousand, the one altogether lovely." "As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my Beloved among the sons. I set down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit is sweet to my taste." O, that such a vile worm of the dust should be so dealt with !" Then, after some very humbling expressions of her own unworthiness, she turned to me and said "I can never pay you for watching with me; but you must do it as to one of the ransomed of the Lord, and Christ will recompense you. He is a faithful master. He' has always paid me my wages before they were earned." She then fell asleep, and continued so until near morning. Hearing her again speak, I listened; but could catch only broken sentences, which led me to believe her in prayer. After some time she exclaimed,

"Give me the wings of faith to rise
Within the vail, and see

The saints above, how great their joys
How bright their glories be."

During the following verse, she raised her hands and spoke with a fervor I shall long remember.

"I ask them whence their victory came ?
They with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb;
Their triumph, to his death."

His love

"Yes," added she, "to his death. He tasted death for every man. was stronger than death." In the morning when I left her, she was in extreme pain in her head. I asked if it was very severe? "Yes," said she, "but I shall soon cease to suffer, and enter on that glorious inheritance purchased för me by the blood of the great sacrifice." My watched with Mrs. Waters while I was at And in a letter received from her the next day, she writes-"I watched last night with Mrs. Waters: but she was so very deaf, I could not converse with her at all. She made a sweet prayer about midnight for me; requesting among other things, that I might have refreshing communion with her covenant God, and that my soul might repose on the bosom of her adorable Redeemer. About three in the morning, she appeared wholly absorbed in divine things; and occasionally spoke of the glories of the upper world. "Glo

rious things are spoken of thee, O Zion, thou city of my God! Yes, I see the holy angels crowned with glory and immortal beauty, prostrating themselves at thy feat, thou Blessed Immanuel-my lovely Savior. Yes, thou art mine, and I am thine. I see a guard of angels. with my dear Redeemer at their head, to protect and guide me to my Heavenly Father's house. Why do they tarry? -why so long in coming? Come quickly." She only spoke at intervals. If I had had pen or pencil with me, I could have preserved a treasure."

Another who watched with Mrs. W. has preserved, and obliged me with the following valuable fragments. "I rejoice to be in the hands of God, as the clay is in the hands of the potter."

"He is my rock; my refuge; my high tower; my shield of defence.". ." I need purifying; I need a great deal of purifying, before I shall be fit for the heavenly kingdom.". "I would be in subjection to the Father of spirits; and it he sees chastening necessary, say, not my will, but thine be done.". "Some stones are much rougher than

others, and need a great deal more beating."—" O what is all this world, to an union with Christ-the glorious. Head of the church!"

"His blood did once for sin atope;

And now it pleads before the throne." O, what an happiness, to have an interest in him!

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"Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are;
While on his breast I lean my head,

And breathe my life out sweetly there."

October 20th." O Sir, the goodness of God to such a worm, such a vile worm as I am! Never was a creature dealt with so mercifully. Damnation is the least that I deserve; and yet, I have heaven in reversion. Yes, and heaven too, let down into my soul. What I enjoy, no tongue can tell, no heart conceive, except those, to whom the Spirit hath revealed it. I would not be out of the hands of God for a million of worlds. He does all things well. He is the portion of my soul, my eternal portion; what can I want besides? I don't want any thing else. No, my dear Lord, I'

don't. Here I am, do with me what thou wilt-lay upoh me what thou pleasest. "Father glorify thyself." In this strain she continued for several minutes, when her exhausted strength broke the silence in which all around her had been held. It was indeed good to be there. I had heard much of the faith and transport of departing saints; but never had my mind conceived a scene like this. One present asked her, if she could not say something to encourage me?" He is doing the work of the Lord," said she, "that's encouragement enough." Then turning to me, she added, "you serve the best of Masters; only be faithful to him, and you have nothing to fear." After much more to this effect, she gave me a message to the church, similar to what she had said before, with this difference only, that a part of it was designed especially for the young, "Tell the dear youth," said she, "to seek God betimes: tell them there is no enjoyment to be compared with that, which results from his favor and tell them of the peculiar encouragements which there are, to an early surrender of themselves to him.