He fears his God, and hath no other fear,
His mind unclouded, and his conscience clear;
His prospects vast, outshine the noon-tide beam,
His faith no fancy, and his hope no dream:
He fears not men of high or low degree;
No power on earth can bind his liberty.
Beyond their ken, his treasure lies conceal'd,
He only wishes 'twere enough reveal'd,
That men might know its worth, and prize it too,
He gladly would expose it to their view:
If suffering best should answer his design,
To suffer freely, doth himself resign.

He to the smiter turns his ready cheek,

As taught of him, who saith, "I'm low and meek." No provocation can his spirit move,

To act contrary to the law of Love;

But prays with him whom on the cross we view, "Father forgive, they know not what they do;" The royal law rejoiceth to fulfil,

And only recompenseth good for ill.

Thus to the world proclaims, come taste and see
The love of God; behold how good is he!
Of bitter things he makes a wholesome sweet,
And rugged paths he smooths beneath our feet.
And tho' the wicked may our hurt intend,
Ev'n angels guard and stand the good man's friend.
Remember Joseph, whom his brethren sold
To the erratic Midianites of old:

To bondage they the faultless youth consign'd,
But Providence had other things design'd.
Mark the vicissitudes thro' which he pass'd,
Which pav'd his way to dignity at last.
A christian's strength, and confidence is he
Who hath set bounds and limits to the sea;

Thus far, saith he, nor farther shalt thou go,
Beyond his bounds no turgid wave can flow.
Though swelling high, firm on a rock he sings,
Glory and honour to the King of kings.
And tho' the fig tree strew no blossoms round,
Nor cheering juices in the vine be found,
The olive fail, the labour of the field

In golden crops shall cease her meat to yield,
The flocks cut off, the shepherd pen no fold,
The stalls forsook, where once the herds were told;
Yet in the God of his salvation, he

Doth still rejoice, in deep humility.

Deer Creek, Md. 23d of 9th mo. 1777.

Letter from Ruth Anna Lindley to M. H.

Philada. 4th mo. 5th, 1804.

I find by the letters addressed to thy dear sister, that my beloved cousin has some desire that I would write to her. Alas! my dear creature, what can I say? It is but little we can do for one another, yet perhaps there are seasons wherein we may, under Divine influence, be rendered in some degree useful. Oh! my dear cousin--the companion of my early years, how oft on the bended knee, in the secret chamber, have my aspirations been, that the Lord from on high would graciously condescend to visit thy soul. I saw that thou wast endued with more than one talent, and I wished them dedicated to the Lord. I was, for a season, amongst you as a spectacle unto angels and to men: but of latter time, have thought I have seen of the travail of my soul, and am satisfied, in some measure. Oh! to find that

some of my endeared connexions are truly awakened to a sense of religion, and have turned their faces Zionward, is more rejoicing to my soul, than the increase of corn, wine or oil. My dear, be not dismayed, nor discouraged at the fiery trials that may be permitted to attend thee. Oh! bear the turnings and overturnings, even all the refining operations of the Divine hand upon thee. Be willing to become as the passive clay,-moulded and fashioned according to the gracious design of an all-wise Director; and, my love, remember that it was not in the whirlwind, the fire, or the earthquake, that the Lord was pleased to make himself known, but in the still small voice. It is, my dear, in the silence of all flesh, that we are most capable of hearing, and of being instructed by the Shepherd's voice. May I not say I have experienced this? Yes, my cousin, even when surrounded with temptations,—even when the floods of discouragement have been ready to overwhelm, I have retired to my chamber, and prostrated myself at the footstool of mercy: and although at times my intercession was not in any form of words, but in secret inward breathings, my gracious Master condescended to hear me, and caused me to experience a renewal of inward strength, so that I was enabled to persevere in what I believed to be required of me.

And oh! my dear friend, may thou be encouraged to hold on thy way; attend, and be faithful, even in the little in the day of small things. Whatever the Master biddeth thee do, that do; and I am comforted in the sweet persuasion, that there are blessings in store for thee; and that thou wilt be a blessing to thy dear sisters, as well as many in that

place. Oh! Potts-Grove, the land of my nativity, how I have longed to see religion abound within. thy borders! How have I travailed in the secret of my soul, both by night and by day, that the inhabitants might be awakened! How have I proclaimed, as I believed under divine influence, the necessity of living holy lives; and on the bended knee have implored that the number of Zion's votaries might be increased! Well, my dear, may the Lord God Almighty bless and preserve thee in the line of divine rectitude. May the angel of his presence encamp round about you as a family. And Oh! saith my soul, that none of the gracious designs of Israel's Shepherd may be frustrated by an improper withholding on your part, but resign yourselves, your all into his holy hand, and he will assuredly perfect the glorious work that he has begun in your dear minds. I must conclude, and subscribe, thy deeply and tenderly interested friend and cousin,

RUTH ANNA Lindley.

Brief account of Sarah Lundy.

Sarah Lundy was the daughter of Benjamin and Amy Shotwell, of Rahway. In the early part of her life she was favoured with the visitation of heavenly goodness, and her mind was enamoured with the love of Truth. Having an eye to the recompense of reward, and becoming concerned for the honour of the cause she had espoused, she was engaged to encourage others to seek the good way for themselves. For her Master's cause, and the good of

souls, she was constrained to leave all her tenderest ties, such as husband, friends and children, and travel many hundreds of miles on horseback, to spread the glad tidings of the gospel, that others might be prevailed on to seek the "pearl of great price."

She was an example of plainness and moderation, endeavouring to bring up her children consistent with her profession. She was diligent in the attendance of all our religious meetings; and when at home, she fulfilled the injunction, "Be not slothful in business."

In the year 1768, she was married to William Hampton, of Rahway. In 1774, whilst she was a member of Rahway monthly meeting, she obtained a minute to attend the Quarterly meeting at Crosswicks; and in 1781, was engaged in a religious visit to some meetings at Barnegat, Egg-Harbour, the Great Meadows, and some parts of New York and New England.

Her husband departed this life in the 2d month, 1781, and in the year 1783, she was married to Jacob Lundy. In the year following, she removed with her husband and family to Hardwich. Soon after, she was concerned to visit the families of Friends within the verge of Kingwood and Hardwich monthly meeting; and in the next year, was engaged in visiting Friends in some parts of New England, producing on her return several testimonies of the satisfaction of Friends with her religious services amongst them.

In 1790, she obtained a certificate to visit some meetings in New York, New England, and Nova Scotia. Satisfactory accounts of her labours in this