to niy foul while looking in it! On Sunday I found myself so happy, and my foul fo' melted ⚫ under the goodness of the Lord; that I knew, "whether I lived or died, I was the Lord's. I ' praised his name, and felt more than I am able to exprefs. O, if I could but make the profeff

ing world know what I feel, they would never fpeak against Mr. Huntington, nor his religion, ' any more. O, how fhould I like to fee him once more in the flesh! Being told that her time would be but short here, the faid I know it will not, but I am the best off of you all. "The righteous perifheth, and no man layeth it 'to heart; and merciful men are taken away, 'none confidering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come." I have rejoicing in myself, and it is what I feel that fupports me, ' and the comfort which I enjoy springs from my 'confidence in God. At times I feel more than 'I can utter; and then I think to myself, O ́what 'fhall 1 enjoy as foon as I am gone! Eye hath

not seen, nor ear heard, nor hath it entered the 'heart of man to conceive, what God hath pre"pared for them that love him; but it is revealed unto us by his Spirit:" and I look upon it that "it will be the fame as I now feel, only I fhall ⚫ have fuch an abundant increase. "Now abideth faith, hope, and charity; but the greateft of "these is charity." The love which I feel will 'abide for ever, and be increased. B. C. faid

to her, "We know but in part, and prophesy in 'part;" and then the fpoke on, faying, "when

that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part fhall be done away. Now we fee through a glass darkly, but then face to face. 'Now I know in part, but then shall I know even as also I am known, and be filled with all the fulness of God. I find many interruptions here; and when I have fuch enjoyments, there are many things which I wish to leave behind, and 'be gone. The end of the perfect man is peace. In Chrift the weary and heavy laden find reft for their fouls; and I fhall foon be gone, and be ' for ever at reft.' I faid to her, Unto them that look for him shall he appear the second time ⚫ without fin unto falvation, and they which fleep

in Jefus will God bring with him.' Afterwards The conversed with all present for fome time, and then faid, "O the power of unbelief! how has 'Satan filled my mind oftentimes with doubts and

fears! I have looked forward to death many 'times with terror, fearing I fhould be left at last. But it is not fo; bleffed be the Lord for ever, he has far exceeded my expectations; I thank him for his goodnefs and mercy to me, and hope it may be for the comfort and encourage'ment of those that are left behind, who may be 'exercised with the fame fears that I have been. I am a witness of his faithfulness and truth, and now prove the reality of religion, and feel his

power to support me in this trying hour: when "my ftrength faileth me his prefence comforts me. "Though it is sharp paffing through the valley of

the shadow of death, yet I experience the fulfil*ment of his promise, "I will never leave thee 'nor forsake thee." On the Friday preceding her death, the physician said to her, I am glad ❝to see you look fo comfortable to day.' She faid to him, "Yes, I am comfortable, I am very happy; 'I would rather die than live.' He replied, I "never heard fuch a thing, I cannot believe it.' She answered him again, Why, Sir, if I would not rather die than live, how could I be comfortable?' The greatest calmnefs and compofure were in her countenance, which teftified to all who saw her that she was happy in heart. The Lord anointed her head with oil, and his name was as ointment poured forth; the houfe was filled with the odour thereof, for a sweet favour seemed to rest upon all around her. The day before her departure I never left her for many minutes together; the feveral times fpake sweetly to me of the goodness of the Lord. I read feveral of David's Pfalms to her; particularly the 107th. She stopt me many times, and made fome very pretty remarks, and faid,The language of my heart is with David, "O that men would' praise "the Lord for his goodness, and for his wonder"ful works to the children of men!" She fpoke upon the last verse, "Whofo is wife, and will

obferve these things, even they fhall understand the lovingkindnes of the Lord;" and then mentioned how often she had been comforted in reading the Epistle of James, particularly the last chapter, fpeaking of the prayer of a righteous man availing much with God. The last thing The asked of me was, to look her the chapter where it is faid, "Thefe all died in faith," &c. I read it to her; and while I ftood by her talking upon the words, "Thefe all died in faith," the became much worse in body, and afterwards faid but little. One morning when B. C. and myself were in converfation with her, our friend Mr. Lockwood came in, and after standing a little while to hear her speak, he said, 'I am glad to hear your con'versation, and to find you so comfortable.' She replied, Yes, Mr. Lockwood, I am very happy.' He faid to her, 'If a lively countenance is a true ⚫ index of the heart, you are happy indeed.' On his departure he said, Farewell; and, if I never fee you again in this world, I hope to follow you to a better.' She faid, 'Yes, I believe you 'will, and many others who have been to see me during my illness.' When B. C. faid to her, "Bleffed are the dead which die in the Lord from 'henceforth," she answered, "Yea, faith the Spirit, 'that they may reft from their labours, and their "works do follow them." The hymn which the chose to be fung at her funeral is in page 189 of Mr. Hart's.

She is now gone to join the spirits of juft men made perfect. "Precious in the fight of the Lord is the death of his faints." Her fpirit is returned to God who gave it. With feveral other friends, I followed her remains to the ground on Sunday laft, where her flesh rests in sure and certain hope of the refurrection to everlasting life. I myself, with many others, hope to fee you at Leicester foon, and I shall be very glad to receive a line from you.

God Almighty bless my dear friend, and crown his labours more and more; and that he may be long continued upon the earth for the Church's fake, is the hearty prayer of him who fubforibes himself, in the best of all bonds,

Yours very affectionately,

JOSEPH CHAMBERLAIN.