Lord’s day, March the third.—He asked me to read. After reading the word, and some hymns, he smiled, and said, How precious that is! I wish you had nothing else to do but to talk and read to me. In the evening of that day, he was in great pain. From twelve at night till three in the morning, his tongue was like the pen of a ready-writer. I said to him, My dear, have you long had serious thoughts about your soul? He answered, No, Aunt, not any thing particularly, till within a twelvemonth. How was it at the beginning with you? Why, I was very much alarmed for fear I should go to hell! I used to have such dark horror on my mind as I cannot describe! I used to cry till I fell asleep, and then I used to dream it was the day of judgment, and wake very much terrified! I dreamt this a great many times. I cannot tell you what I went through, with the dark horror at day, and the terrifying dreams at night. Did you not feel at times, hopes springing up, that the Lord would save you, through Christ Jesus? Yes, very often, when I have been hearing my father, and Dr. Andrews, but afterwards I have been much distressed, for fear they were not right hopes. I never talked about what I felt. I thought people might think as I was a child that I heard a great deal about religion, it was what I had picked up—then added, with a strong voice and great satisfaction, But I know that what I picked up _then_, does me good _now_! Aunt, the last time I sung that hymn, Ah! I shall soon be dying, I never sung so in my life! I sung and cried! I sung as if I had another voice besides my own—I was so full of joy.—I spoke to Him of the great love of God, in calling him to the knowledge of himself, and bringing him to Jesus, for life and salvation. He replied, Oh! it is a great love. I keep you awake, but my heart is so full that I cannot help talking. This is but a small part of what passed on that, to me, memorable night. March the 4th.—A young man was saying, when he was about thirteen years of age, he was so ill that used to pray to die. Samuel remarked after he was gone, That he did not know what death was, nor what it was to have a hell in his heart, or else he would not talk so.—Aunt, what a very precious hymn that is: All the fitness he requireth, is to feel your need of Him.—Oh! I hope I shall be able to say, as dear Mrs. Lawson said, when near death, I know in whom I have believed.—I hope my father will not grieve when I die—why should he? He often said, O that my warfare was ended.