"Fairest month of summer's Trine, Why dost thou remain in tears? Ask not. 'Tis the will divine; This shall dissipate my fears. He, who ruleth in the sky, Knoweth what His creatures need; He can every want supply, Trust Him, and His promise plead. Clouds may wear a frowning brow, Blasting winds may sweep around, He, who reigns above, knows how Best to make his love abound. Then, I'll cast my every care On my promise-keeping God; Honour Him by faith and prayer; Rest upon His faithful word. Should the cloud continue still, Thou for ever art the same, All the workings of Thy will But proclaim Thy glorious name." The last entries of her diary, which with a solemn significance just fill up the volume, we give in full. "June 11th.--I expected to have received my ticket, but no one came, I clearly see no dependance can be placed upon the creature. On Thee, O Lord, let all my confidence rest! Glory be to God, though I am an isolated one, I am not left alone. I do feel drawn, after God, I have given myself to Him, and He is chief in my affection. 19th.--My seventy-eighth birth-day. I had intended writing, but the Lord saw otherwise. I was in bed three parts, of the day, and on the 20th very ill, having taken cold. 21st.--Thursday the longest day. I am very feeble, but have taken my pen to acknowledge the goodness of God to me for so long a period. At noon we had an awful thunderstorm, during which my soul was calm and peaceful. This is the Lord's doing. I felt sweet trust and confidence in my Almighty Saviour. Afterwards I received my ticket at the hands of the Rev. Thos. Nightingale. On the ticket there is written, 'I have loved thee with an everlasting love, therefore with everlasting kindness have I drawn thee.'" 24th. THE SABBATH. Peaceful is the Sabbath morn, Glad I welcome its return; Now Thy presence I implore, Come, and never leave me more.