estimate our glorious privileges in this Christian land. Possessed of every means of learning the character of God, and the way of salvation by a Redeemer, how can we complain? If ever the reli gion of the cross has excited within us holy desires, Oh let us not forget the destitute millions of Asia. God will be enquired of by his people to do great things for the heathen world. How importunate then should we be at the throne of grace; and none ever cried to God in vain.

Dear Miss H. I could write an hour longer, but other engagements prevent. We long to see you; long to hear from you again. Do write us often. Mamma sends much love; intends writing you soon; thanks you for your last letter. Remember me affectionately to dear Mr. and Mrs. W.; likewise to Mr. L. and Mr. M. I am, dear Miss H. your affectionate HARRIET.

1811.

Oct. 25. How strong are the ties of natural affection! Will distance or time ever conquer the attachment which now unites my heart so closely to my mother, the dear guardian of my youth; and to my beloved brothers and sisters? Oh no; though confined to a foreign country, where a parent's voice will no more gladden my melancholy heart, still shall that love which is stronger than death, dwell within, and often waft a sincere prayer to Heaven for blessings unnumbered upon her. Long shall remembrance dwell on scenes passed in the dear circle of Haverhill friends.

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Nov. 4. It is midnight. My wavering mind would fain dwell on some mournful subject. weep then sing some melancholy air, to pass away the lingering moments. What would my dear mother say, to see her Harriet thus involved in gloom? But why do I indulge these painful feelings? Is it because my Father is unkind, and will not hear a suppliant's cries? Is he not willing to direct my wandering steps; to guide my feet in the paths of peace? Oh yes; his ear is ever open to the prayer of the fatherless. Let me then go to him; tell him all my griefs, and ask of him a calm and clear conviction of duty.

Why sinks my weak desponding mind,
Why heave, my soul, this heavy sigh?
Can sovereign goodness be unkind,
Am I not safe if God be nigh ?"

Nov. 10. The rising sun witnesses for my hea venly Father that he is good. Oh yes! his cha racter is infinitely lovely-his attributes are perfect. I behold his goodness in the works of creation and providence. But the beauty of his character shines most conspicuously in the plan of salvation. In the Redeemer, beauty and worth are combined; and shall my heart remain unaffected, amidst such an endless variety of witnesses of the glory of God? shall I be silent, for whom the Son of God, on Calvary, bled and died?

Here the diary, from which the foregoing extracts have been made, closes. But amid the various engagements which occupied the time of Mrs. Newell,

and the many interesting subjects of her contempla tion, she continued a frequent correspondence with her friends. The number of letters which she wrote, from the age of thirteen to her death, was remarkable.

To Miss R. F. of Andover.

Haverhill, Nov. 10, 1811."

How shall I sufficiently thank my dear Miss F. for her affectionate communication, received a short time since by Mr. Judson. This was a favour which I had long wished for, but which I had ever considered an unmerited one.

I have this day visited the sanctuary of the Most High. While listening to the joyful sound of the gospel, my thoughts were insensibly led to the forlorn and destitute state of the heathen, who are unacquainted with Bibles, churches, and Sabbaths. I thought of the glorious privileges which the inhabitants of this my Christian country enjoy; and the thought afforded indescribable pleasure. I reflected on the many millions of Asia and Africa ; and the reflection was fall of anguish and sympathy. Oh my friend, when will the day dawn, and the day-star arise in pagan lands, where Moloch reigns,

besmeared with blood of human sacrifice, and parents' tears." Oh! when will the religion of Jesus, which has irradiated our benighted souls, be promulgated throughout the world? When will Christians feel more concerned for the salvation of the heathen; and when will the heralds of the gospel feel willing to sacrifice the soft delights and elegan

-cies of life, and visit the far distant shores, where heathen strangers dwell? Oh! when will those who have an interest at the mercy-seat, intercede for the wretched heathen!

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But my dear Miss F. though I sometimes feel deeply and tenderly interested for the heathen, and even feel willing to contribute my little aid in the work of a mission; yet the trials of such a life often produce a melancholy dejection, which nothing but divine grace can remove. Often does my imagination paint, in glowing colours, the last sad scene of my departure from the land of my nativity. A widowed mother's heart with anguish wrung, the tears of sorrow flowing from the eyes of brothers and sisters dear, while the last farewell is pronounced! this is a scene affecting indeed. But this is only the commencement of a life replete with trials.Should my life be protracted, my future residence will be far distant from my native country, in a land of strangers, who are unacquainted with the feelings of friendship and humanity.

But I will no longer dwell on these sad subjects. I will look to God; from him is all my aid. He can support his children in the darkest hour, and cause their sinking hearts to rejoice. He has pledged his word, that his grace shall be sufficient for them, and that as their day is so shall their strength be. How consoling the reflection, that we are in the hands of God! He can do nothing wrong with us: but if we are members of his family, all things will continually work for our good. Trials will wean us from this alluring world, and prepare us for that rest which is reserved for the righteous.

And how sweet will that rest be, after a life of toil and suffering. Oh! how does the anticipation of future bliss, sweeten the bitter cup of life. My friend, there is a world beyond these rolling spheres, where adieus and farewells are unknown. There I hope to meet you with all the ransomed of Israel, and never more experience a painful separation.

"The thoughts of such amazing bliss,
Should constant joys create."

To Miss F. W. of Beverly.

Haverhill, Dec. 13. 1811.

FHAVE long been wishing for a favourable opportunity to return my thanks to my dear Miss W. for her affectionate letter received last June. A multiplicity of avocations, which could not possibly be dispensed with, have deprived me of this pleasure till now. But though my friends have been neglected, they have not been forgotten. Oh no! dear to my heart are the friends of Immanuel; particularly those with whom I have walked to the house of God in company, and with whom I have taken sweet counsel about the things which immediately concern Zion, the city of our God. These dear Christian friends, will retain a lasting and affectionate remembrance in my heart, even though stormy oceans should separate me from them.— There is a world, my sister, beyond this mortal state, where souls, cemented in one common union, will dwell together, and never more be separated. Does not your heart burn within you, when in