I shall go to sing delivering love; so you see it will be all well.—— O for more patience! Well, my God is the God of patience, and he will give me all I need. I rejoice it is in my Jesus's hands to communicate, and it cannot be in better. It is my God who gives me patience to bear all his will.”

When, after a restless night, Mrs. P. asked him, what she should do for him? "You can do nothing, but pray for me, that I may have patience to bear all my Lord's will."—After taking a medicine, he said, "If it be the Lord's will to bless it, for your sake, and for the sake of the dear children, but the Lord's will be done. OI fear I sin, I dishonour God by impatience; but I would not for a thousand worlds sin in a thought if I could avoid it." Mrs. P. replied, she trusted the Lord would still keep him; seeing he had brought him thus far, he would not desert him at last. No, no," he said, "I hope he will not. As a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. Why do I complain? My dear Jesus's sufferings were much sorer and more bitter than mine; And did he thus suffer, and shall I repine? No, I will cheerfully suffer my Father's will."

One morning after being asked how he felt, he replied, "I have but one severe pain about me! what a mercy ! O how good a God to afford some intervals amidst so much pain! He is altogether good. Jesus lives, my dear, and that must be our consolation.". After taking a medicine which operated very powerfully, he said, “This will make me so much lower; well, let it be. Multiply my pains, thou good God, so thou art but glorified, I care not what I suffer; all is right."

Being asked how he felt after a restless night, he replied, "I have so much weakness and pain, I have not had much enjoyment: but I have a full persuasion that the Lord is doing all things well. If it were not for strong confidence in a lovely God, I must sink; but all is well. O blessed God, I would not love thee less; O support a sinking worm! O what a mercy to be assured that all things are working together for good!

Mrs. P. saying, If we must part, I trust the separation will not be for ever; "Oh no," he replied, we sorrow not as those who have no hope." She said, Then you can leave me and your dear

children with resignation, can you? He answered, "My heart was pierced through with many sorrows, before I could give you and the children up; but the Lord has heard me say, Thy will be done; and I now can say, Blessed be his dear name, I have none of my own."

His last day, October 10, was very happy: Mrs. P. repeated this verse,

Since all that I meet shall work for my good,

The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food;

Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long,
And then, Oh how pleasant the conqueror's song.

He repeated with an inexpressible smile, the last line, "The conqueror's song."

He said once,

"Oh my dear! what shall I do? But why do I complain? He makes all my bed in my sickness." She then repeated those lines,

Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are.

"Yes," he replied, "he can; he does; I feel it."

END OF THE SIXTH VOLUME.