riches of _his_ grace, and out of their mouths God has ordained _his_ own glory, as they must ascribe their salvation to free, unmerited mercy alone. Dear babes, what must have been their surprize, when they started from the body and arrived in glory; when their little powers were expanded and their minds filled with the joys of Jesus. Think often of their joyful arrival, and if they could see you shed a tear about them, it would almost induce them to appear to you, saying, If you loved us you would rejoice, because we are gone to our Father, and the world seeth us no more; we are entered into peace, we have done for ever with _sin_, in which we were born, and with _sorrow_ as the consequence, and shall be now for ever with the Lord. Happy voyagers, no sooner set sail than they are arrived at their desired haven; hasty _sojourners_, they found nothing here worth their stay; they were afflicted, and like _their_ dear Lord, only tasted the vinegar and the gall. But they have left their parents to drink deep of the cup of sorrow, they have turned their heads away and refused the draught; they opened their eyes, saw the light, and after a little, they withdrew into the regions of eternal day—your lilies are cropt, and will flourish in the garden of eternal bliss for ever. Those tender plants, those lovely flowers are removed into a shelter, before the thunders roar, the lightnings fly, and the tempest pours its rage. They were sinners, or else they could neither have suffered or died; but loved, redeemed, and secretly sanctified by the indwelling of the holy Spirit, they winged their way to God. How joyful their meeting, see them clasp each other, see _them smile_ and _triumph_, and _join_ the chorus of the skies. Our dear, our mourning parents both farewell, We go from you, with Christ in heaven to dwell, We go to see our heavenly Father’s face, We go to sing redeeming love and grace. We go to learn the sciences divine, We go in glory’s bright array to shine, We go to joys, which cannot be exprest, We go to God, to be for ever blest: And can you wish us back to earth again, To be afflicted there with toil and pain, To be with dire convulsions rack’d and tore, The tortur’d little babes we were before. May you, my dear friends be prepared to meet them, by an experimental acquaintance with the blood and righteousness of Christ; let this your prayer, day and night.—Christian love to all your dear family, Your sympathizing Friend, _Ruhamah_. LETTER IV. _Valley of Achor_. Mr. T. Hill, Jun. MY DEAR FRIEND TITUS,