I was comforted. My dear husband, cousin, and Mary, found great consolation in prayer just before her departure. Her last words were, 'Pray, pray;' 'Lord, Lord.' Thus, about half-past one on the 23rd of March, my dear mother 'fell asleep,' aged seventy-two years and three weeks." And though in ruin now her body lies, A peaceful smile upon her face is spread: The struggle o'er--her spirit upward flies, To join the spirits of the blessed dead. "My dear departed mother was interred in St. Lawrence churchyard, by the side of my beloved father; leaving the impressive admonition--'prepare to follow.' I feel it--my heart determines--my will submits--I have set about it. Lord help me to persevere." LOOK UPWARD. Oh! how uncertain all below! Our comforts cause us pain; Smiling, they sting us as they go, Ne'er to return again. Then upward turn thy weeping eye; Nor, like yon drooping tree, Bend downward to the earth; on high See Jesus looks on thee. Jesus! what balm is in that sound! It bids our tears away; Spreads life and happiness around; Converts the night to day. To feel Thy dying love, be mine; To hear Thy charming voice; The ceaseless whisper, 'I am Thine,' Shall bid my heart rejoice. Dearer than sons or daughters; Thou; Dearer than mother's love; Gladly for Thee I all forego, And seek my bliss above. "I went to Wigginton to visit a young woman, whom I found praising God for having afflicted her, and brought her to the knowledge of the truth. To some others, I was powerfully constrained to speak respecting their souls.--Miss Bentley came for a few days. We visited many of the villagers, to put them in mind to prepare for eternity.--Mr. Hope announced from the pulpit, that it was his wish I should commence a class in Haxby on Monday evening, at seven o'clock. The words occurred to me, 'By whom shall Jacob arise, for he is small?' O my God, to Thee my obligations are great, and my weaknesses are all known; but if this is from Thee, bring it to pass; let there be some token for good, some rending of heart among the people.--According to appointment I went to Haxby, to meet any who were desirous of fleeing from the wrath to come. Three persons came; two of them backsliders, and one who has never met before.--Visited several of the villagers. At one place I felt much while bowed at the throne of grace. A little boy, to whom I afterwards addressed a few words, burst into tears. O that the Lord would poor out His Spirit, and bow their hearts to His sway! O Lord, let not my unfaithfulness hinder Thy work.--After meeting my class in the city, I went on to Heslington to see Mr. K., who is apparently on his death-bed. I endeavoured to speak faithfully; but unless the Spirit of God apply the truth, vain is the help of man. I feel much out of love with myself.--Walked again to see Mr. K., who appears as teachable as a little child. I feel encouraged to hope that he will lay hold upon