yet rebellion is kept under, by all conquering grace; as a good woman once said, Though I groan I do not grumble, yet she was sorely afflicted. But, why should I complain, of want, or distress; Affliction or pain, _he_ told me no less. It is our mercy, the Saviour has borne the curse, and of course took it out of all our sorrows; we have the cup of tribulation, but the curse is gone; Jesus has taken it away, and neither sin nor Satan, the world, or man can bring it back. This was done by the great act of the Saviour’s sorrows, when _he_ entered the garden of Gethsemane, and agonized there, when the sorrows of his sacred soul were past all description; and when he cried out on the cross, It is finished! Yes, our dear Lord knew then the work was done, in his putting away sin. _He_ felt it was done, in his soul, as _his_ God and Father shone again, as well as the sun did at three o’clock the afternoon of his death: it was _after_ noon, indeed; the burning sun of God’s Wrath laid hot upon _him_, till justice was satisfied, and then the indignation ceased for ever. This was _afternoon_. I drop this hint only, but oh, that our minds were more affected with his _sorrows than they are_. _Think of these two lines_: Canst thou, ungrateful man, his torments _see_? Nor shed one tear for him who shed his blood for _thee_? I pray God to grant my dear friend very sweet views of her dear Lord, on the work _he_ has accomplished. May the holy Spirit visit you, and shine upon your spirit, and help you to believe in Jesus, and so to find _him_ precious, that you may know your sins are forgiven you. Very kind respects to mother; to brother James, your companion, and my friend. Your’s truly, _Ruhamah_. LETTER XVI. _Valley of Achor_, _March_ 26, 1818. MY DEAR FRIEND, MISS D.,