diately? M. will gratify me if she loves me. Will you not visit Haverhill this winter? I long to see you. I cannot tell how much I regretted the loss of your society last summer. I have since been favored with an introduction to your dear Miss G. A lovely girl. Affectionately yours, HARRIET." To Miss S. H. of Andover. Haverhill, Feb. 3, 1812. "THE long expected hour has at length arrived, and I am called to bid an eternal adieu to the dear land of my nativity, and enter upon a life replete with crosses, privations and hardships. The conflicting emotions, which rend my heart, imagination will point out to my dear Miss H. better than my pen can describe them. But still peace reigns many an hour within. Consolations are mine, more valuable than ten thousand worlds. My Saviour, my Sanctifier, my Redeemer, is still lovely; his comforts will delight my soul. Think of Harriet, when crossing the ocean-think of her when wandering over India's sultry plains. Farewell, my friend-a last a long farewell. May we meet in yonder world, "where adieus and farewells are a sound unknown." Give dear Mrs. W. a parting kiss from Harriet Write to, and pray often for, HARRIET." To Miss S. B. of Haverhill. Haverhill, Feb. 1812. ACCEPT, my ever dear Sarah, the last tribute of heart-felt affection from your affectionate Harriet, which you will ever receive. The hour of my departure hastens; when another rising sun illumines the eastern horizon, I shall bid a last farewell to a beloved widowed mother, brothers and sisters dear, and the circle of Haverhill friends. With a scene so replete with sorrow, just at hand, how can I be otherwise than solemn as Eternity! The motives which first induced me to determine upon devoting my life to the service of God in distant India, now console my sinking spirits. O how valuable-how exceedingly precious-are the promises of the gospel. Eighteen years of my life have been spent in tranquillity and peace. But those scenes, so full of happiness, are departed. They are gone "with the years beyond the flood"-no more to return. A painful succession of joyless days will suceed;-trials, numberless and severe, will be mine to share. Home, that dearest smeet spot,— friends, whese society has rendered the morn of life pleasant, must be left-forever! The stormy ocean must be crossed! and an Indian cottage in a sultry clime, must shortly contain your friend Harriet. Perhaps no sympathizing friend will stand near my dying bed, to wipe the falling tear, to administer consolation, or to entomb my worthless ashes, when my immortal spirit quits this earthly tabernacle. But why indulge these melancholy sensations? Is it not for Jesus that I make these sacrifices-and will he not support me by his grace? O yes, my heart replies, he will. "The sultry climes of India, then I'll choose, Ny friend, there is a rest for the weary pilgrim in yonder world. Shall we meet there,-"when the long Sabbath of the tomb is past?" Sarah, my much loved friend-farewell.— Farewell-perhaps forever. Though trackless forests separate-though oceans roll between-0 forget not HARRIET." On the 6th of Feb. 1812, when the Missionaries were ordained at SALEM, MRS. NEWELL was present. On that interesting occasion, she manifested remarkable tranquillity and resolution. Feb. 19, 1812, with Mr. NEWELL, and Mr. and Mrs. Judson, she sailed from Salem, and took leave, forever, of her native lana, amidst the prayers and benedictions of multitudes. But before her departure she wrote several letters, from which the following extracts are made. To her Mother. Charlestown, Feb. 7, 1812. "I HVVE only time to write you a line this morning, before I leave Charlestown. My health is good-friends are kind—and I have not yet. had reason to regret my determination to devote my life, in such a peculiar manner, to the service of God in heathen India. Be comforted, my mother; Christians are praying for the success of the Mission, and will not forget those females, who engage in the cause. Do not indulge one anxious thought, relative to me. If you love your Harriet, mamma, command her to God, and the word of his grace-and then leave her.-We shall shortly meet, where separations are unknown. I regret much not seeing E. dear girl! But it is all right, give my love to my dear brothers and sisters. O shall we, a happy family, meet at last in heaven? I shall write you if possible, from Salem. My dear, dear mother fareHARRIET." well To the same. Salem Feb. 18, 1812. "I HAVE only time, my dear mother, to assure you of my arden affection for you, and my dear brothers and sisters, to ask your prayers, and bid you a short farewell. Dear mother, we shall shortly meet again. We have every accommodation necessary for the voyage;-friends in Sulem are very kind. I have received many valuable presents; but you will hear. Do not let my departure occasion one anxious feeling. I am tranquil and happy-the undertaking appears more noble than ever. Co let me hear that you are composed and happy. Dear mother farewell, -let the consolations of the gospel now be your support. In America or Asia, I shall be your affectionate daughter; HARRIET." To the Same. {Written the evening before the vessel sailed from Salem. "HERE am I, my dear mother, on board the brig Caravan, in a neat little cabin, with brother and sister Judson, Mr. P. and Capt. I. (who will spend the night with us,) and another dear friend, whose beloved society enlivens my spirits, and renders my situation pleasant. I have at length taken leave of the land of my forefathers, and entered the vessel which will be the place of my residence till I reach the desired haven. Think not, my dear mother, that we are now sitting in silent sorrow, strangers to peace. Ono; though the idea that I have left you, to see you no more, is painful indeed; yet I think I can say, that I have found the grace of my Redeemer, is sufficient for me his strength has been made perfect in my weakness. We have been engaged in singing this evening, and can you believe me, when I tell you, that I never engaged in this delightful part of worship with greater pleasure. Our accommodations have exceeded my highest expectations. God has ever been doing me good; He will not leave me in this trying hour. I feel distressed that I should cause you and my other dear friends so much pain. Why should you feel anxious, my mother? Let me entreat you to dry your tears, which have been shed on my account, trust in God, and be happy. The agreeable disappointment which I have met with, relative to the accommodations of the vessel, lays me under renewed obligations to devote myself entirely to my covenant Redeemer. I feel a sweet satisfaction in reflecting upon the undertaking, in which I have engaged. It is not to acquire the |