She, however, deplored her native depravity, and keenly observed those effects which passed unnoticed by surrounding friends. She needed no arguments to prove that, as in the natural, so in the moral world, there are no gardens without weeds, no trees without superfluous branches. It was an habitual discernment of indwelling sin, (a sight only beheld by a spiritual eye,) which, as it manifested the necessity of daily mortification, excited fervent aspirations after heavenly felicities. Hence on one occasion she writes; "Friday night.-In my closet I was much cheered and revived by thinking of the second coming of Christ, especially with that scripture, Acts iii, 19, where it is called the time of refreshing. Such, indeed, it will be. Here I am often tired with duty, tired with sinning, tired with a corrupt heart: sometimes tired and weary with just nothing. Oh, but there is a time of refreshing coming. Well may it be called so. Mr. Alleine, in one of his letters, speaks thus, to comfort Christians in their sufferings-Wait a while, and you shall have a blessed heaven.' The Lord speaks to a Christian as one did to his creditor-Have patience with me, and I will pay thee all.' Oh, for faith and patience! How safely and sweetly would these carry us to our home and harbor, through all difficulties."

At another time thus; "I lately heard a good remark-Why should those go mourn

ing to the grave who hope to go rejoicing to Heaven? Yet I find my spirit lean to the mourning side. What with our own and others' sins, and our own and others' sorrows, this world may well be called a vale of tears. Blessed be God for a comfortable hope that, shortly, they shall all be wiped away. The blessed Saints above obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away."

Mrs. Savage in her natural temper was contented and cheerful, meek and affectionate.

Filial duties were eminently observed by her. She "honored her Father and Mother."

In the conjugal relation she happily discovered the influence of Christianity. Her attentions to her husband, though minute, were not confined to things temporal;' she assiduously studied the advancement of his spiritual interests. Her Diary shews that when secular business lawfully occupied his time, she was a frequent intercessor at the throne of grace, that his heart might not be too much engaged.

She loved home, and, as the head of a family, aimed, by setting a pattern of cheerful, serious piety, to walk "as becometh the gospel." For the spiritual welfare of her domestics she cherished a holy zeal, and discovered it by regular and patient instruction, as well as fervent prayer. "Oh," she writes, soon after her marriage, "that the family

might be the better for me. As far as I know my own heart, I earnestly desire the salvation of every soul under our roof. Oh, that they did but see what I see of the excellency of Christ, the sinfulness of sin, and the vanity of creatures!"

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She was the mother of nine children, but only four of them survived her. The care and tenderness she discovered in their infancy did not exceed her concern for their souls. As they advanced in years her pious anxiety increased, and no pains were spared to teach them the things of God. A considerable part of the evening of the Sabbath was devoted to family instruction. excelled in the happy art of recommending religion to the young. She gained their attention, and, by a careful representation of piety, as the reverse of every thing harsh and severe, they were encouraged to be inquisitive on divine subjects. To her instructions were added the most affectionate prayers; and her children, when not immediately under her inspection, were visited with such letters of piety and love, as, with the blessing of God, were calculated to produce the happiest effects.

Her Diary abounds with expressions of concern for her children. "Oh," she writes on one occasion, "that I could be every day travelling to see Christ formed in them. This week I was much affected when reading, in course, Proverbs xxx, 8, Remove

fur from me vanity and lies. It is the only prayer in that book. Methinks it is a very proper prayer for children. I have earnestly begged of God to remove from mine, vanity

and lies."

At another time thus; "I read in course, in my closet, Isaiah liv, with the exposition. I was much affected with the 13th verse, And all thy children shall be taught of the Lord. Though it is spoken of the Church's children, I would apply it to my own children in particular,and desire to act with faith on it. I am earing and endeavoring that they may be taught and instructed in the good way. This is the inward desire of my soul. Now, saith God, they shall be taught of me-and all thy children shall. A sweet promise. It much satisfies me. Lord, set in with poor parents who desire nothing in the world so much as to see their children walk in 'the narrow way' that leads to life."

As a friend she shone with peculiar lustre. Her enjoyment of the society of her friends was ever improved to spiritual purposes. Mutual exhortation and prayer were special objects of attention; and some portion of scripture being selected as a parting farewell, happily lessened, by an elevated style of thought, the pangs of separation.

Tidings having suddenly reached her of the illness of one whom she regarded in that character, she remarks-"My heart was full, my remedy is to retire and spread the

letter before a compassionate Father, and tell him how it is, which i find more easy than to submit freely to his all-wise disposal; yet, when I had done this, I was refreshed."

The death of a friend was no trifling occurrence; every feeling was exercised, and the most sacred efforts resorted to, that the event might be followed by entire resignation, and personal benefit.

"Nor was the funeral denied the grace

Of many tears, virtuous and thoughtful grief;
Heart-sorrow, rendered sweet by gratitude."

Thus she records the loss of an acquaintance: "My dear friend, Mrs. Bradburn, having brought a living child into this world, went herself, about four hours after, to a better. She went, as I hear, triumphantly to glory, sweetly sleeping in Jesus. 1 heard not of it till Friday. I was then much affected. I could not quiet my spirit for some time.

A dear praying friend left us, and gone to receive the reward of her work. Indeed she lived much in a little time, and was a pattern of piety. Great need of such. May I not cry to God as one did to the dying prophet—“My father, my father, the chariots of Israel and the horsemen thereof"-"Were it not that the Lord of Hosts hath left us a small remnant we had surely been like Sodom ere now." And wilt thou lessen the number of thy praying ones? Surely it bodes ill; especially, now there is so much