"Hull. Called upon Mrs. H., and met there a lady, who acknowledges my father as the instrument of her conversion. She was on one occasion introduced into his class, and being a member of the Established Church, he asked her if, when repeating the Creed, she believed 'in the communion of saints, and the forgiveness of sins.' The arrow hit the mark, and she never rested till she obtained the favour of God. Called also upon Mr. E., whom we found indisposed, but awakened to a sense of his lost condition. Was glad to hear him speak of his hard, unfeeling heart, as I felt convinced the Spirit of God was working upon him, and was encouraged to pray with and for him.--After an agreeable journey, we returned to York--so swiftly time passes, how I long to improve it! In the cabin of the packet, I took up a book which lay on the table--written by Baxter--on 'Living for Eternity,' and while reading, deeply felt the necessity of so doing. Two young gentlemen sat at my left hand playing at a game of some sort, and I was prompted to speak to them upon the importance of improving their youthful opportunities. They received the admonition in a good spirit and said, they wished they oftener met with kind reproofs.--Miss B. and I collected for the infant school: some of our visits were profitable--prayer sweetened our employment." "Sinnington. My dear uncle is evidently failing. He has suffered much, but the state of his mind is improving, and he is more accessible. He goes to bed very early, and every night I have sat and prayed with him. My own mind is in a composed frame. All around me exhibits the finger of God. The stillness of nature impresses me with His presence; I hear his voice, and all within me acknowledges Him Lord of all. I have visited several of the villagers; some wept, but to others I seem to tell an idle tale.--Four o'clock in the morning:-- Midnight stillness! O! how solemn! Now surrounded by my God; How I long to breathe His fulness! How I long to walk with God! Thou whose eyes, unseen, behold me,-- Mark my inmost rising thought; In this musing moment prompt me, Let my works in Thee be wrought. Aid, O aid my contemplation! To Thy cross my spirit lead; Humble, while I view Thy passion, _Me_,--that caused Thy heart to bleed. Let it melt me, O my Saviour, Melt me into love again; By Thy death to life restore me, In my soul for ever reign. Bring me into full salvation, Every secret thought control; Help my nature's imperfection, Sway Thy sceptre in my soul. Let all nature point to Jesus, Every scene reveal Him there, Earthly good, through Him, be precious, Voices chaunt Him everywhere. All I know, or taste, or handle, Be subservient to His will; Sun that shineth--stars that glitter-- Flash His glory round me still.