Pray do let me know how you are in health as soon as you can.—Kind love to Mrs. R. wishing you a healthy body and a prosperous soul. I remain, Dear friend, Your’s truly, _Ruhamah_. LETTER XII. _Valley of Achor_, _March_ 16, 1819. To I. R. ESQ. MY DEAR SIR, I am truly happy to hear that the Lord has restored you again in some measure to health. I was much affected at the news of your sudden indisposition, and knew not what was the will of God concerning you, but through mercy, I trust your spared life is for the glory of God, and will be a means of your increasing in knowledge, that your mind may be better prepared for the special Service of God, and that you may be ready to take your flight as soon as the _Lord_, the _Master_ cometh and calleth for you. Every attack of the constitution is a messenger sent to let us know our frailty: these tabernacles of flesh are but weak, and hang on a precarious thread; our bones are the _stakes_, the _cords_ are the sinews, and the _breath_ is the main pillar. Great God, on what a slender thread hangs everlasting things; the eternal state of all the dead hangs on such feeble strings. God has laid an everlasting foundation for _his_ dear people in the everlasting covenant; the effect of _his_ everlasting love, the profound depth of _his_ infinite wisdom, which has secured an everlasting salvation, by an everlasting righteousness, which will be to the everlasting praise of Jehovah, and to the everlasting joy of _his_ dear church. Then at _his_ throne our crowns we’ll cast, And shout, I am saved, I am saved at last!