me as a poor helpless sinner to come to Christ, the Infinite Fountain, and receive that supply which he alone can give.

"Almighty and everlasting God, I would yield myself entirely to thee; thou hast a right to all. Elevate my affections and fix them upon thyself. Shouldst thou leave me to the counseling of my own heart, I should dishonour thee, and bring ruin upon my soul. Help me to live to thy glory. Keep me from whatever is offensive in thy sight; and let me lean upon thy almighty arm. May I sit with humility at the Saviour's feet; and may the Holy Spirit cleanse me from all iniquity. Oh, my Father, strengthen me for duty, lead me in the path of holiness, and accept my imperfect services, for the Redeemer's sake."

"April 28.

"I have great reason to mourn over my inconsistency;—yet, if I know my own heart, I desire to be kept from presumptuous sins, and from secret faults. How often do vain imaginations interrupt my seasons of retirement, and render my devotions unprofitable! I clearly perceive that my best performances are polluted with sin, and need the sanctifying influences of the Holy Spirit. If ever I join the circle of the redeemed in a brighter world, how wonderful the change! May I cherish that living faith which purifies the heart and overcomes the world, which is the substance of things hoped for, and the evidence of things not seen."

The last days of her beloved sister drew near, Jerusha had so far recovered from her first attack that early in the spring she came to New York with

the hope of joining Sarah in her school. But the Lord in his providence had otherwise ordered. She arrived an invalid, and was scarcely able to leave her room during the few weeks that she remained here. These sisters were tenderly attached to each other, and nothing seemed awanting to perfect their union but evidence that the younger had chosen the Lord for her portion. She appreciated her sister's kindness and solicitude, sought an interest in her prayers, frankly confessing that her heart was alienated from God.

Writing to Sarah, a few months previous, in reply to a former letter, she thus expresses herself:"Your letter was perused with mingled feelings of pleasure and remorse; pleasure at being remembered so affectionately by my ever kind sister, and remorse for having so long neglected advice, dictated by the purest of motives-a sincere desire for my future welfare, and the glory of that Being to whom you have dedicated yourself for time and for eternity.

"Sincerely do I wish that your feelings were mine, that our hearts beat in unison, that we could participate in the same pleasures. I am indeed alone; with no friend on earth to whom I can impart those feelings, which all must have who like me have slighted the calls of mercy; and no friend in heaven to whom I can go; for I have neglected to secure that friendship which I now feel to be of infinitely more importance than the wealth of worlds. Pray for me, dear sister, that I may truly repentcome out from the world and embrace with faith that Saviour through whom alone my sins can be forgiven, and I be prepared for happiness beyond the grave."

Here was a case that enlisted all her sympathies. The afflicted friend was her sister. The disease was evidently gaining ground and must soon terminate her earthly career. Who, with the feelings of a sister and a christian, could be unconcerned? A few lines to one of her friends express her solicitude on the occasion.

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"You know that I have a sister very ill,—in all human probability on the confines of eternity,-you believe that the praye. of faith prevails with God. Think of the value of her priceless soul,'-think of her present situation,-and then draw near with boldness to that throne of grace to which we may have free access through a Mediator. May you find daily that your 'closet is indeed an awfully solemn place.' "There may you address the Father through the Son.' There may you indeed hold sweet communion with the Lord our God and draw down the blessings for which you plead.'

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The Rev. Mr. Clark was requested to visit Jerusha. He unfolded with his accustomed clearness and fidelity the way of salvation through faith in a crucified Saviour, and the alarming consequences of withholding from the Lord the affections of the heart. listened to with every expression of interest. patient sufferer felt that she could no longer persevere with impunity in the neglect of proffered mercy. She saw the futility of every false hope on which she had previously relied, and resolved to devote herself in earnest to the attainment of those things which belonged to her everlasting peace. Sarah spent with her many anxious days and sleepless nights, but those days were soon numbered, though not untill she had

returned to her paternal home and found peace and joy in believing.

A letter to Miss S. presents before us the concluding scene. It was written from Connecticut ;– Sarah having arrived there a short time before her sister's death.

"Middle Haddam, June 20th, 1831.

"The conflict is over, my Catharine;-her spirit is disembodied;-without a groan or struggle she left her weeping friends, and her load of sin and suffering, and entered, I trust, the presence, the blissful presence, of her Saviour. Have you ever seen a dear relative die? It was a solemn, trying hour. Oh, for entire submission to the righteous dispensations of Jehovah! She said to me last night, Can you not resign me into the hands of my Saviour, and feel happy in doing so?' My bursting heart could not, without difficulty, make a reply. Previous to this, I had asked upon whom her thoughts chiefly rested? She replied, my Saviour.' How does he appear to you? The one altogether lovely.' She then requested me to pray with her. Two young

were present, and mamma, and sister H. I was overcome by the request, though I had longed to engage in this holy exercise with her once more; after giving vent to my feelings in tears, I knelt by her side, and commended her spirit into the hands of her God and Saviour. She kissed me good night. Her last words to me this morning were, do pray for me once more,-pray with me, my sister. To the inquiry respecting the state of her mind, she said, 'All is well. I place my trust in an all-sufficient Saviour.'

"Can it be, that I shall ever again be unmindful of death, and forget that eternity is before me! Will the Lord seal this truth upon my hardened and rebellious heart. Wherever I go, may I bear in mind the utter uncertainty of every thing below the skies.

“Our passage across the sound was delightful;as I looked upon the broad expanse of waters, brigtened by Luna's silver rays, and gazed upon the cloudless sky, and then at the foaming wake, left by our boat, as the divided current met and passed away, how could I express my emotions! Oh, C., it was a beautiful, a glorious scene. You would have admired, and to admiration you would have joined adoration. I mused and moralized-looked back to childhood's happy days, and then reviewed some latter periods. Who could forget a beloved sister; or refrain from asking, Shall I no more hear her cheerful voice-no more be welcomed by her to my home, after a long absence? I cannot realize it. My mother and sisters were almost inconsolable.

"Remember our afflicted circle, at the twilight hour, and oh, at your precious family altar, remember who would rejoice to kneel with you once

more.

"Your own friend,

SARAH."

The following lines, written by Miss Foote, soon after the death of her sister, disclose the feelings by which she was supported on the mournful occasion.

"She's gone! nor sighs, nor tears, nor earnest prayer Avail'd to save from the grim tyrant's power!

The heart that lately throbb'd so high with feeling,