with a Methodist exhorter, who professes sanctification. I told him of my enjoyments-that I felt as willing to suffer with Christ as to reign with him, He said he thought I enjoyed more of a fulness than he did. Instead of lifting me up it humbled me in the dust. O that the Lord may keep me,— "Low down in this beautiful valley, Where love crowns the meek and the lowly- May roll on their billows in vain." July 11th.-Feel a peace this morning, and my prayer is, that love may ever drive my chariot wheels. Satan laboureth in nothing more than to keep us in unbelief, especially of particular promises; for he knows if we believe them we shall in all things have the victory. Let us come before God with boldness, claiming every promise as ours. O the abundance of sweet cordial comfort which all humble believers draw by faith out of every promise! July 12th.-Feel weak in body, but the soul feels strong in the God and Rock of my salvation. I know that whenever this earthen vessel is dashed to pieces my soul has a home in heaven. I feel this morning that I can read my title clear to mansions in the sky. O how inspiring it is to look away to that blessed country, and think of the society we shall have there! There are the holy angels, the blessed prophets, the triumphant apostles, the victorious martyrs, and all the host of the redeemed; these will be my companions forever. I, even I, shall mount the upper sky, having on a robe of righteousness, with the palm of victory in my hand, and, as I cast my glittering crown at the feet of my Redeemer, there shall be a golden harp given me, and I shall be permitted to join with the heavenly host in glorifying God and singing, Hallelujah! the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth. Blessing, honour, glory, and power be unto him that sitteth upon the throne and unto the Lamb forever! July 13th.-I feel like calling upon all within me to praise and adore the name of the Lord. The prayer of my heart is, that I may be ever clothed with humility; for God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace to the humble. "A broken heart, my God and King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice." July 15th.-Feel that Jesus is mine, and I am his; went up to the house of the Lord yesterday, and heard brother Jerome preach his farewell sermon. The text was in 2 Corinthians xiii, 11: "Finally, brethren, farewell. Be perfect, be of good comfort, be of one mind, live in peace; and the God of love and peace shall be with you." Had a glorious time; the Lord was there. Two sisters were struggling for the blessing of perfect love. One said she felt as if she could almost touch the hem of Christ's garment, but unbelief seemed to keep them both away. My prayer is, that the Lord may beat back the power of unbelief and let them into perfect liberty. July 16th.-After retiring to rest last night was favoured with an extraordinary display of divine grace. I felt to rejoice that the Lord reigned, that Jesus was exalted far above principalities and powers. This morning am very weak in body, but feel that I can do all things through Christ, who strengtheneth me. "I can do all things, or can bear All sufferings if my Lord be there; O what a blessed thing it is to lose our will in God's! Since I lost my will I have found happiness. There can be no such thing as disappointment to me, for I have no desire but that God's will may be accomplished. Blessed be the name of the Lord! July 17th.-I feel to rejoice this morning with joy unspeakable and full of glory. O how sweet it is to sit at the feet of Jesus! In his presence is fulness of joy; at his right hand there are pleasures forever more. For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. "He bids his angels pitch their tents Round where his children dwell; What ills their heavenly care prevents No earthly tongue can tell." July 18th. I feel that if I live for God nothing shall be lost. I shall have full measure, pressed down and running over. Thousands of years in paradise for the least good thought, and thousands of thousands for the least good word; and the reckoning shall begin again, for I shall be swallowed up in a blessed eternity, and the door of heaven shall be shut upon me, and there shall be no more going out. Thus ends this short diary of a feeble woman, walking and talking with God, Enoch-like, having the testimony that she pleased God, and in this one point is embraced the great duty of religion, that we please God, and not ourselves or our fellowmen. Such a soul is truly travelling in the land of Beulah, like a youthful bride rejoicing in the smiles of the bridegroom as she leans upon his almighty arm, decked with the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which, in the sight of the bridegroom, is of great value. Do not imagine, reader, that sister Henry had no fiery trials. If she should write the history of every day from that period up to the present, some of them would be well described in the language of the Psalmist: "Deep calleth unto deep; all thy water-spouts have gone over me." Yet she could say with the poet :— "In time of fear, when trouble's near, I look to thine abode; Though helpers fail and foes prevail, I'll put my trust in God. "In darkest skies, though storms arise, I will not be dismay'd; O God of light and boundless might, My soul on thee is stay'd." CHAPTER XXVIII. I HAVE already spun out a much longer thread in this supplementary narrative than I at first contemplated; but I feel now as I do sometimes after having preached an hour. The harvest-field seems to wave as the wind of the Spirit blows upon it, as if to beckon me on; and I think I would like to cut another swath around the field, and gather a few more sheaves and bind them up for the barns of heaven, before I lay down the sickle. Even so when I would lay down the pen, I have before me the last two years of my life, more glorious than all the rest. It is true that the way of holiness grows narrower and brighter; and the farther we travel in it, the more our happiness increases. In the course of my narrative, you have been with me to a great many camp-meetings. I was justified and sanctified at a camp-meeting, and if it is the will of God I should like to die on a camp-ground. Where could I find a better place to lay down my armour and take up my crown? Yet if it is the will of God I had rather tarry a few years, that I may preach the gospel to the poor and forsaken. Probably more than half my labours, for the last few years, have been at the various county poor-houses; and I do believe this day, should death overtake me, that if I have any honest and sincere friends, who would plant a rose |