eration, at the time of forming a decision to comply with the proposal made her. He remembers with what collected firmness and trust in God, she weighed the question.

With the mind which she possessed, and the directions she sought, Myra Wood could not be long undecided. She had long felt a deep interest in the exertions made to extend the gospel to heathen nations. She had read and reflected much on the subject and it is believed few have brought to the consideration of this personal duty more knowledge of missionary operations. She saw that she was called, in divine providence, to a new sphere of action, and she could not, consistently refuse. She had given herself, her time, her talents, her all, to God, and she was willing to leave it with Him, to set the bounds of her habitation, and the measure of her days.

The state of her mind, at this time, may be learned from the following lines, written to a friend :

: “My dear Mrs. W.-Shall I tell you, I have received an invitation to participate in the labors, the self-denials, the joys, and sorrows of one who has consecrated his life to the cause of missions ? You will not be surprised that a subject of such solemn moment should prey on my spirits, for some days, to such a degree, as to deprive me of all relish for food, and almost deprive me of sleep. It was entirely unexpected, nor could the answer he long delayed. The gentleman to whom I refer, is Mr. A. He has recently had an application from the Board, to join the Bombay station, although his theological studies were not completed, and to go out in company with Mr. and Mrs. Stone. After deliberation, he has accepted ; and shall I say, that I have concluded to accompany him ? Will you think I have decided precipitately? It indeed threw me into a state of the deepest solicitude ; but I think light has been shed on the subject, and duty appears plain. If I love the cause of missions, or desire the salvation of souls, can I object ? No; I can cheerfully say, I will go. My friends, though not insensible to the sacrifice, are willing I should devote myself to this great, this glorious cause, and, though many obstacles have been thrown in my way, they have not proved insuperable. Yours, with Christian regard,

M. W.”

The following affecting passages were found entered in her journal :

May 1st.--I know not in what language to record the events of the past month. They have been such as almost to overwhelm me with perplexity. But I desire to bless God, that he has, if I rightly interpret the indications of his providence, shed light on my path, and shown me the way in which he would have me go; for I trust he has enabled me to lift up my soul to him for direction.

“And now I am decided. Yes; I will offer myself a living sacrifice, to assist, so far as he shall give ability, in the arduous labors of extending a knowledge of salvation to the heathen. And, in making this surrender, I feel most happy. Yes, I will bless my covenant God and Saviour, for the high privilege of enduring hardships and privations for him who, though he was rich, for our sakes became poor. Yet, I know that his grace alone can sustain me. I would not trust to my own heart, nor neglect to count the cost. I would not-I trust I do not, rush into this work uncalled. No; from a view of the past and present circumstances of my life, I have no longer reason to doubt respecting duty.

• Here, Lord, I give myself away

'Tis all that I can do.

Grant, I pray thee, the aid of thy Spirit at all times; and, when trials arise, of which I can now form no conception, fulfil thy gracious promise,-My grace is sufficient for thee. Comfort the hearts of my near friends, now more than ever precious, and let the sacrifice they make be acceptable in thy sight, and their reward a hundred fold into their own' bosoms.

May 13th.The time is now fast approaching, when, in the course of divine providence, I shall be called to bid a lastadieu to all the beloved scenes and associations of early years,—my beloved parents, brothers, and sisters, and other relatives, and a dear and valued circle of friends. The sanctuary where my fathers worshipped, where I have been so often refreshed with divine consolations, and where I made my vows of solemn consecration to God, I must soon visit for the last time, and bid it farewell. My friends will still meet there, and often perhaps, the sigh will arise, on viewing my vacant seat. The thought of what my friends will suffer in their feelings, is quite as affecting as that of my own privations. But I would bless God, that most of them know where to go for consolation, and enjoy the hope of a happy meeting in that blessed region, where separations are

unknown. And I ardently hope, we shall all find this trial promote our advance in holiness and conformity to the divine requirements.”

The succeeding lines, addressed to an absent female friend, were written about this time.

“I go, my friend, where heathens dwell;

Then, if on earth we meet no more,
Accept this cordial, short farewell,

Till we shall meet on Canaan's shore.
“ Pity, I know, inspires thy breast

For India's daughters; thou wouldst give,
Cheerful, a sister's last behest,

To bid these wretched females-live.
" Then, though the springs of sorrow rise

At parting,-mutual, too, shall glow
A blended pleasure in our eyes,

While thou, with joy, wilt bid me go.
" And thee, my friend, may heaven delight

To guide in paths of usefulness;
Thy last scene gild with purest light,

Then may'st thou rest in endless peace.
“ There may we meet, and sing, and tell,

The wonders wrought by conquering grace ; No more pronounce the sad farewell,

But ever swell the notes of praise.”'

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