Lo! the Saviour stands above;
Shows the purchase of his merit,
Reaches out the crown of love.

2. Struggle through thy latest passion,
To thy great Redeemer's breast;
To his uttermost salvation ;
To his everlasting Rest.
For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain;
Die to live a life of glory;

Suffer with thy Lord to Reign.

Eight persons were baptized before myself; I being the youngest. When it came to my turn, my heart leaped for joy, and I cried out as I moved along, "farewell, vain world, I am going home”. and stepped down into the water, and thought that I could have gone across the pond as easily as I did three rods. I kneeled down and was plunged forward, and when I arose, I stood some time in the water, and exhorted the numerous congregation which crowded round the shore; and I praised the Lord with loud strains. O the raptures! in which my soul was held! Caught up as it were to the third Heaven, I had renewed my strength to travel the celestial road Heaven-ward. We went to the place appointed for prayer-meeting, shouting and singing; and a most glorious time it was.Dear Brother H. M. was so happy, that he was ready to fly to a fairer clime. He shouted, and cried"I will praise the Lord, for my tongue is none too good to be employed in his praise, nor my lungs too good to be worn out in his service." Thus he continued shouting until his strength failed, and he fell to the floor.

This will be a memorable meeting to me, for it was the last that I ever enjoyed with my dear

HENRY MARTIN on the shores of time; although we little thought then that we were receiving our last benefit of his useful labors; 'but flattered ourselves that we should be favored with his counsels, reproofs and prayers, as a father and shepherd over us poor helpless sheep of Christ's newly gathered fold, who by his advice and care might be aided in the good way. But God's thoughts are not our thoughts, nor his ways our ways; yet

'Deep in unfathomable mines,
Of never failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will."

The next morning I set out for home in company with my cousin Cynthia Robinson. We took an affectionate leave of our very dear brother Henry Martin. "Do not weep, children," said he, "for I expect, if the Lord will, to return again shortly." He was going to visit Parker's Isle at the mouth of Kennebec river, in hopes to see that prophecy fulfilled, "The Isles shall wait for thy law." As he passed on before me something seemed to impress my mind that he would not return; and I told it to Cynthia, but she said do not harbor such a thought.' Notwithstanding all my desires and hopes of his return, I had an impression that he never would.

The thought, he will not return, rested on my mind.--Peace like an overflowing stream wafted my happy soul along for many months, and I began to conclude that I should see trouble no more.

Travelling in the strength of my great Redeemer -wafted by strong gales of love, I moved on towards the inheritance above; but experience taught me that I was not going to Heaven in silver slip

pers, nor on flowery beds of ease, as saith the poet;

"I must fight if I wou'd reign;
Increase my courage, Lord."

Christ hath said, "Not every one that saith unto me Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of God, but he who doeth the will of my Father, who is in Heaven."

The news of H. Martin's death reached us in a few weeks after his arrival on the Island; for he attended but one meeting there, before he was taken sick and died in the triumphs of faith, after a very short though painful sickness. Not long before he breathed his last he revived, and sang with a triumphant voice;

"I'm happy! I'm happy!

O wondrous account!
My soul is immortal;

I stand on the mount.
I gaze on my treasure,
And long to be there,
With Angels, my kindred,
And JESUS, my dear."

It was heavy news to me and also to the church. Our language was, what shall we do for a shepherd to take the oversight of the flock, seeing our beloved and faithful Minister is so early and so suddenly removed from our fond and pious embraces; and we so young and inexperienced in the things of the kingdom? The Bible, O what a treasure! These words from that inspired volume, came with divine sweetness and power to my mind. "I will be a father to the fatherless." This sweetens every cup, and makes sad things easy; for he is ever the same-he changeth not. My heart replied, O

God! if thou art my Father, I have enough. Suffer me to come to thee, as a child cometh to a parent, and teach thou me what to do in all things; for thou teachest as never man taught.

To the praise of my Maker, and for the encouragement of young pilgrims especially, I desire to relate some of his special dealings with me; for he is very indulgent. That which I cannot comprehend when awake, as Job said, he revealeth to me, when deep sleep locks up the mental faculties.

At this time, while perplexed to know what to do for a leader, I dreamed that I stood on the bank of the Kennebec river. Suddenly I was taken by an Angel and set on a narrow strip of ice in the middle of the river, not more than one foot in width, but straight as a line, and was told by the Angel to go forward, and I should soon see H. Martin. Recollecting that he died at the níouth of this river, I set forward with great delight, running with rapidity, expecting soon to meet with my beloved friend and father in the bonds of the Gospel. To my great surprise and most imminent danger, I found that my feet would slip off on one side or the other; which filled my mind with fears, that I should soon plunge into the water, and there drown. O that I had been suffered to stay on the dry land, I exclaimed. Whereupon my kind conductor, the Angel, appeared and said, "Here is the cross-take and carry it in your arms-hold it erect, and your feet will not slip ;" but if I laid it down or suffered either part to touch or drag, it would endanger my life, and my only safety was to keep the cross on a true and perfect balance, holding it upright. To my inexpressible delight I found my feet stood firm, my fears subsided, and I went on calm, serene, pleasant,

steady and safe, whilst the heavy cross, so far from being a burden to press me down, was a support and comfort to me; which enabled me to pursue my journey with greater alacrity. I awoke and was prepared to say, O what has God revealed to me this night. It is the way that leads to God, I will walk therein that I may find rest to my soul. On opening my Bible I find that the cross is there set forth as the Christian's only safety; so much so that Christ hath said, and his words are truth without one shadow of doubt, "Except a man deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me, he cannot be my disciple;" and Paul said, "I will glory in the cross of Christ, for by it the world is crucified unto me and I unto the world." On a close examination I found, that if I neglected the least duty in small or great things, I was in danger.

As I have entered into the vineyard of the Lord I am conscious that I am to labor in order to receive my penny; and although I am but a child yet he finds some services for me to perform. It is well to labor for my Lord. He sends me from one house to another to publish to all my dear companions what he has done for me, and strive to win them also to his service. I find it all glory in the highest for me to do any thing for him, who has done so much for me.

June 6, 1809.

About this time I had some trials and temptations to encounter. The enemy of all righteousness tried hard to ensnare my soul. He laid his bait in every corner, and threw his darts on every side. The first of any magnitude occurred one morning as I was preparing to attend a love feast. My father