Lord, and trust that he will help and direct me in all my way; and particularly assist me and give me the leadings of his providence, and the teachings of his Spirit, in what lies before

me:

June 2, 1808. My dear husband, who is certainly a true believer, and a great noter of Providence, having received two dollars from a casual patient, said to me, "here are two dollars which I have just got by chance." I said, thank ye: but don't, at this time, when we are in such want of money, say that any comes by chance. He smiled with his usual kindness, and said, I only meant that I got it from a passing and not a stated patient. About two hours after, he sent me up twenty dollars, just after I had been earnestly praying that the Lord from the storehouses of his mercy, would send some supply to my necessities and those of my family, which were very great: and covering the twenty dollars, was the enclosed paper,* which I will keep, with this note on it, to remind me of the great goodness of my God, and this his most seasonable answer to those prayers and supplications, which I was making before him, with thanksgiving for past mercies, and humble trust in his

The enclosed paper, covering the twenty dollars referred to, contained these words :

"Twenty dollars, not sent by chance, but by God. An unexpected volunteer payment of a doubtful old debt."

goodness, through my dear Saviour's merits, for the relief of my temporal wants, or the supplies of his grace to keep me quiet and humble, under losses and crosses.

June 20, 1808. It is of the Lord's mercies we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. At about ten o'clock last night, while the wind was blowing tempestuously, from a threatening thunderstorm, but without rain, the cry of fire from our next neighbour's was given, and threw our whole street, but particularly our family, into great consternation: the wind high, our house of wood, and joined to that where the fire was said to be. There was every thing to alarm us that there could be in a matter of that nature; from the cries and tumult so near us, and 'nothing left to do but to call on the God, who has so often been our helper, and to make what haste we could to save our linen, and most portable articles, before the confusion and heat would become too great. God, who is rich in mercy, has been better to us than our fears, and we remain here sheltered from inclemencies, a collected family, with every thing about us as it was before the alarm. The fire was not at Mrs. Crawley's, but at the adjoining tenement, which yet is under the same roof with her. From the dry situation of these wooden buildings, with their appurtenances, nothing but a timely discovery, before the fire had arisn to a great height,

and while the neighbourhood was yet up and awake, could, in a human point of view, have saved the three wooden houses, so nearly connected. How great then should be my gratitude, that where the wit and strength of man, in less than fifteen minutes, could have availed nothing, the mercy of our God has prevented the awful calamity, and allowed us to sleep in peace and safety, after such a threatening destruction. May the recollection of this goodness keep my heart quiet and submissive under the various cares that, at present, torment it; and while I am excited to labour diligently in my family and station, whatever anxieties assail me, may this, and the many other gracious providences I have experienced, silence my fears, encourage my hopes, and enable me to go on, trusting in that God who at all times has cared for me, and will not now leave or forsake me.

APPENDIX, No. VI.

LETTERS FROM MRS. RAMSAY.

"ON Sundays I always think of you more earnestly than on other days. All that regards you regards me; but what regards your religious concerns, deeply interests me. I hope my dear child, in the midst of business or pleasure, never forgets that she is born for eternity. Never omit praying to God; and if you would live safely or happily, never content yourself with the devotions of the morning or evening; but often, in the course of the day, send up the prayer of the heart to God. This may be done in company, in business, in the midst of innocent pleasure; and is a delightful exercise of the heart, and a great guard on the conduct. Oh,

* As Mrs. Ramsay did not keep copies of her letters, a selection could only be made from the originals in her domestic circle. Others, who are in possession of her letters, will confer a favour by furnishing the editor with copies. The following effusions of the heart are extracted from extemporaneous letters written by her to her daughters, when only absent for a few days, on short excursions to the country, in the vicinity of Charleston, and are without date or address. The subsequent letters being dated and addressed, speak for themselves. EDITOr.

how happy should I be, to have you, my darling child, thus to live in the fear of the Lord all the day long."

"I suppose you will keep church at home, as it does not look weather fit for travelling. I always think of you with more than common tenderness on Sundays. I think the serious observation of the Sabbath, is not enough attended to, even among professing families; but, in other cases, it is often a day of the greatest folly, because a day of the greatest leisure. In proportion as a respect for that day, and its institutions, are neglected or carelessly attended to, in the same proportion will the religious principle deeline, and the practical concerns of eternity be carelessly managed. As a parent, then, full of anxiety for my children, in every respect, but most of all for their eternal interests, I cannot but regret every Sunday, which I think they spend in a manner not the best calculated to promote those interests; and feel it my duty to warn you never to forget, that the Sunday is not common time, and according to existing circumstances, to do all that you prudently can, not only to observe it yourself, but to make a conscience of not being ashamed of such observance."

"God bless you, by dear child; may you all love your dear father-love me-love dear Miss Futerell-love one-another. While the social affections thus fill your hearts, you will never