Lord graciously sustained me with His presence; my doubts respecting this work seem now to disperse, and unless I am deceiving myself, I am in the way of providence. I inquired of one of the friends, if any time was fixed to pray for the revival of the work of God, and am told, every Friday--fasting; hours of prayer; six, nine, and twelve in the morning, and three and six in the afternoon. By the help of God, I am resolved to join them. The Lord is blessedly with, me this evening." TO MY HONOURED FATHER ENTERING ON HIS EIGHTY-EIGHTH YEAR. Bending with the weight of years, See the hoary headed saint, Rise above tormenting fears; Suffer, but without complaint, Ready, as a shock of corn, For the Paradise above; Golden fruits his age adorn,-- Fruits of holiness, and love. Though the outward man decay, Inward strength is daily given; Nothing can his soul dismay, Succoured by the God of heaven. He, the wise man's laurel, wears; In the path of wisdom found, Lo! his hoary head appears With unearthly glory crowned. Borne on time's untiring wing, Homeward fast his spirit flies; Now the city of the King, Flames upon his longing eyes. Brighter, as the clouds recede, Blaze its walls of spotless white; Deeper, from the throne proceed, Dazzling floods of purer light. Every birthday, nearer hies That unknown but welcome hour; When the saint in triumph cries, "I, through Christ, am conqueror." "I went, by request, to visit a person who has long been confined to her bed. She knows something of God; but ah! how slight is the knowledge of even, professing Christians! After reading, and conversing with her, I proposed prayer; but the master of the house sat still. When we arose from our knees, I spoke freely and plainly to him of his sinful condition. O my God, if I was moved by Thee, fasten conviction upon his conscience.--I accompanied Mrs. K. to collect for the Clothing Society, and while our benevolent friends bestowed upon us the mammon of unrighteousness, the Lord blessed me with the true riches.--Having taken a little cold, I was dull of hearing, and afraid that I should not be able to hear the members of my class in the evening. I betook myself to prayer, and the Lord graciously heard, and so far restored me, that I had no difficulty. My soul was like wax before the sun, while Jesus shone upon it.--My mind has been reproved for reproving. Lord, I thank Thee for Thy secret admonitions; forgive, and take all my powers under Thy control. I called to see Mr. Spence; his natural powers decline, but heaven beams on his countenance. He said, while he was putting on his neckcloth, in the morning, he had been struck with the meagre and ghastly appearance he presented in the glass; but the sweet serenity of his soul compelled him to exclaim, 'Welcome old man! welcome declining age! welcome death!'--I spoke at the Prayer Leaders' lovefeast, but the enemy troubled me much