MY LORD DUKE,--Judging from your silence to my last that all communication between us is about to cease, having written the accompanying Hymn for your acceptance, I take this opportunity of bidding you Farewell! being enabled through God's Grace which is all sufficient! to exclaim in _Scripture_ language, "THE LORD GAVE and The Lord hath taken away _and_ BLESSED BE THE NAME OF THE LORD!" That HE brought you to me in the _first_ place I feel convinced and heartily hope that I have omitted no faithful Christian duty towards you consistent with my "high calling in Christ Jesus," _consequently_ shall not have cause to reproach myself of neglect when _that_ AWFUL period arrives which MUST bring us once more together, however separated on _earth_ by His ALL WISE _decrees_, "Whose paths are in the deep waters and Whose footsteps are not known,"--and Who knoweth FAR _better_ what is GOOD for us than we do for _ourselves_. Consequently it is our duty, and doubtless for our future and eventual happiness under any and all circumstances, however trying and painful such may be, to say THY will, O GOD, NOT MINE BE DONE! Trusting that you will not suppose any unkind feelings are experienced towards you by such DUE resignation to the Divine will or conclude that my future silence renders me forgetful of you _when kneeling_ before Him "Whose eyes are in EVERY place _beholding_ the evil and the good," with Whom the darkness is no darkness at all but the night is as clear as the day, I subscribe myself with much serenity as in His sight Ever My Lord Duke. Your faithful Christian Friend, A. J. The hymn enclosed is entitled-- THE SHORTNESS OF TIME AND FRAILTY OF MAN. ALMIGHTY _Maker_ of my frame! TEACH ME _the number of my days_! TEACH ME _to know how_ FRAIL _I am_ AND SPEND THE REMNANT TO THY PRAISE. My days are shorter than a span, A little point my life appears; How FRAIL at best is DYING MAN; HOW VAIN are ALL _his hopes and fears_! _VAIN his_ AMBITION, NOISE and SHOW! VAIN are the cares Which rack his mind! _He heaps up treasures_ MIXED WITH WOE And dies, and leaves them all behind! Oh be a _NOBLER portion MINE_! _MY GOD_ I bow before Thy Throne; Earth's _fleeting_ treasures I resign And fix my hopes on THEE _ALONE_! "I have underlined all just as forwarded to the Duke." The next letter from the Duke that has been preserved is dated October 5, and contains a reference to a later note from Miss J.:-- WALMER CASTLE, October 5, 1835.