"I will proceed to describe this visit, which took place through a declaration on _his part_ in a former letter that the desire to see me sprang from the consideration evinced _by me_ concerning his _everlasting welfare_. This induced me to receive him accordingly, praying to God to be with me every moment of the time, directing even my dress. This He did, letting me be dressed on the occasion as HE pleased, which, as my Diary relates, was in my old _turned_ dark green merino gown, _daily_ worn,--not permitting me to be decorated in any way likely to attract notice, which, as the employment in view was of so sacred a nature, was neither required nor obtained. "Having committed myself on my knees into his gracious hand, 'whose I am and whom I serve,' to do with me whatever seemed agreeable to His unerring will, I descended the stairs after the Duke was announced, with these words from dear Mrs. L. following me: 'Now if the Lord should send his arrow into his soul!' (She had fancied from the commencement that God intended to exalt me for the purpose of showing forth _his_ praise, so that this impression must necessarily have been powerfully strengthened by what followed.) "I entered the Parlour, where, standing before the fire, I beheld anything but the kind of individual personally imagined. I had not had the slightest idea that the Duke has such a beautiful, silver head, such as I always from my childhood admired, inducing me as I approached to offer my hand with additional pleasure, saying, 'This is very kind of Your Grace!' He received my hand graciously and respectfully,--but spoke not a word. I then requested him to be seated, two chairs having been placed for that purpose each side of the fire,--and occupied one of them myself; when recollecting the purport of his visit, I immediately rose, saying, 'I will show you _my Treasure_!' He also rose, standing until I re-seated myself with this _large_ beautiful Bible in my arms. I placed it upon the table between us, opening it at the Third Chapter of Saint John's Gospel, announcing the same. On arriving at the seventh verse thereof, containing this MOMENTOUS passage, flowing from the divine lips of him who spoke as never man spake, '_Ye_ MUST _be born again_,' I, as is usual with me, raised my hand, pointing my finger emphatically, with the solemnity so important an occasion demanded, being desirous to impress the same on his mind, when to my astonishment he eagerly _seized_ my hand, exclaiming, as before described: 'Oh, _how_ I _love_ you!' This was his first utterance!...