peace to the soul.

But the Lord has for

some time back brought you with weight on my mind, and from that alone I gather that he will hear me.

As I am to remove in the spring, if God spares me, and in a few weeks shall think of packing up, I should be glad to see you and your mother this Christmas, William and Henry, or your husband, should he like to come; that is, if you think me worth a visit. Dame joins with me to you and yours.

W. H. S.S.

DCCVIII.

Grantham.

DEAR BECKY,

You must excuse my not answering yours before, as Mr. Barston was at Cricklewood a whole month; then came poor Jenkins, who staid three weeks; and when he went I started for Grantham, Newark, and Leicester; and cold, wet, and bad weather I have had. My lungs are weak, and my breath short; and a whole tribe of the infirmities of old age are gathering thick and hard upon me. But hope never dies, faith must prevail, and the imputed obedience of Christ never decays. The inward man shall revive when the outward man moulders to dust. The good Spirit will perfect his own work; light and life shall abide; nor will he suffer us to lose sight of sinful self, nor to cease hungering and thirsting after the living God, until we are filled with his fulness above. Then and there we shall hunger no more, nor thirst any more; there shall be no more

under all our afflictions and infirmities, which are but for a moment when compared with the eternal weight of glory. And remember -the reward is promised to all that fear his name, small and great.

As to myself, I pass through many changes: sometimes earnest, devout, and powerful in prayer; then again barren, backward, dead, and dry as the heat of summer; but, dead or alive, I pay my visits constantly at the throne, though much against the grain. Sometimes my mind is spiritual, quiet, easy, and my meditations are sweet, with fresh views, glorious harmony, and much gratitude to God for all; with meekness, humility and self-abasement; and I can weep tears of love over him whom my soul adores. But soon after comes Satan, and fills me with every youthful lust; with all that is vile, foul, or filthy; and this I call my sorrowful meat; but can neither subdue it, banish it, nor get from it. And Satan, being cursed of God, and given up to all sin and uncleanness, this, with rebellion and false doctrine, are all that he can feed upon. "Dust shall be the serpent's meat," says God, and flesh is but dust and ashes. No prayer will ever prevail, so as to drive out all these evils for

DCCVIII.

Grantham.

DEAR BECKY,

You must excuse my not answering yours before, as Mr. Barston was at Cricklewood a whole month; then came poor Jenkins, who staid three weeks; and when he went I started for Grantham, Newark, and Leicester; and cold, wet, and bad weather I have had. My lungs are weak, and my breath short; and a whole tribe of the infirmities of old age are gathering thick and hard upon

me.

But hope never dies, faith must prevail, and the imputed obedience of Christ never decays. The inward man shall revive when the outward man moulders to dust. The good Spirit will perfect his own work; light and life shall abide; nor will he suffer us to lose sight of sinful self, nor to cease hungering and thirsting after the living God, until we are filled with his fulness above. Then and there we shall hunger no more, nor thirst any more; there shall be no more

under all our afflictions and infirmities, which are but for a moment when compared with the eternal weight of glory. And remember -the reward is promised to all that fear his name, small and great.

As to myself, I pass through many changes: sometimes earnest, devout, and powerful in prayer; then again barren, backward, dead, and dry as the heat of summer; but, dead or alive, I pay my visits constantly at the throne, though much against the grain. Sometimes my mind is spiritual, quiet, easy, and my meditations are sweet, with fresh views, glorious harmony, and much gratitude to God for all; with meekness, humility and self-abasement; and I can weep tears of love over him whom my soul adores. But soon after comes Satan, and fills me with every youthful lust; with all that is vile, foul, or filthy; and this I call my sorrowful meat; but can neither subdue it, banish it, nor get from it. And Satan, being cursed of God, and given up to all sin and uncleanness, this, with rebellion and false doctrine, are all that he can feed upon. "Dust shall be the serpent's meat," says God, and flesh is but dust and ashes. No prayer will ever prevail, so as to drive out all these evils for