6th Mo. 24th. Though I have this morning been helped and comforted, I must confess much unsubdued evil has manifested itself even within these few days. The bitter waters within, the tendency to what is evil, the corrupt root have sadly appeared. Oh, there is the one cause, not minding enough the good part which shall not be taken away, and so disquieted at the loss or disturbance of lower things. "How shall we escape if we neglect (not only reject) such great salvation?" I was made mercifully sensible, last night and this morning, that such is our Father's love, that His aim is chiefly to bestow, our duty to receive, that He calls and invites; but it is not that we may work a performance of our own, but receive His own good things. Oh, the folly, the ingratitude of being inattentive to such a blessing. Oh, the rebellious pride of choosing our own self-will, and our own way when the privilege may be ours of becoming the obedient and loving children of God; of receiving from Him the willing and the obedient heart which we may offer up to Him again, and which He will accept.

6th Mo. 30th. Letter to M. B. various engagements.]

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* * * These "fill the past, present, and future" of these last months at home, with many and various

It is a blessing not to be

occupations and meditations. more disturbed within, if it be but a safe calmness. Oh, that is a large condition, but how unsafe is all calmness resulting from shutting our eyes from the truth of our worst side. Yet I think when we can really be glad at the thought that our worst side is seen and known, there is some hope of remedy and of peace, and may I not say, alliance with the Physician who has all power and skill. Then only, can we welcome any thing, however trying, which we can believe comes from His hand, or may tend to make us any nearer the pattern we strive for, or any more likely to fulfil rightly the serious part we have to take in life.

7th Mo. 16th. I hope I do sincerely desire to seek for strength to cast my many burdens on Him who careth for me; and oh, if I did but live in the spirit, and walk in the spirit more faithfully, surely I should know more of what it is to "be careful for nothing," but in everything to make known my requests unto God. Quiet is most congenial. Oh, that the few weeks remaining to me here, may all be given to Him who alone can bless. But this desperate heart-might it not well be despaired of? I trust I have got to this point, "God be merciful to me a sinner." "Let me fall now into the hands of the Lord, for His mercies are great," and not into human hands, nay, not my own. I thought I saw some sweetness in the words, "by His stripes ye are healed."

7th Mo. 17th.

Why do I not feel that nothing I

can do is so important as what I am, and that things without had better be ever so much neglected, than things within set wrong for their sake.

7th Mo. 21st.

yesterday in meeting.

Had very comfortable feelings

Oh, it was joyful to believe

that God was near to bless and to forgive. This evening, I have longed to commit my soul and its keeping into my Father's hands. Oh, for a little more faith in His infinite, everlasting mercy. To come even boldly to the throne of grace, is the high calling even of those most in need of mercy.

7th Mo. 26th. Letter to C. B. C.

* * * I hope that so far I have been favoured with a measure of real help and good hope, though often sensible of multiplied difficulties and dangers, amid the desire to maintain such a state of mind and feeling as I ought. Perhaps the strong light in which I have often perceived how the best earthly hope may be blighted or blasted, even when all seems outwardly favourable, is a true blessing; and would that it might lead me oftener where all our wants can be best and only supplied. I know that self is the foe to be dreaded most, and that is so ever near, sticks so close that there can be no remedy effectual that is not applied with the penetrating power and all wise discretion, which are no attributes of ours. And yet how often do we vainly try to help ourselves.

7th Mo. 28th. The last of Eliza's numerous letters to her friend M. B., after alluding in a very

feeling manner to her future prospects, thus concludes:

"Farewell dear M., and if thou hearest that I get on well, or am in any way made happy or useful, one conclusion will be very safe, respecting thy unworthy friend,

that it is not in me."

8th Mo. 11th. The time flies, and then the place that has known me, will know me no more, except as a sojourner and pilgrim to my Father's hearth; and yet I cannot realize it-could I, how should I bear it? This day, much as before, weak in body, death-like in mind; but this evening had such a desire for retirement-so undesired before-and such precious feelings then. Oh, I could go through much with this to sustain me, but I cannot command it for one instant; and oh, how I felt that He alone can keep my soul alive, whose is every breath natural and spiritual. Oh what a joy to feel His spirit near; the thick, heavy wall of separation melted. away. Would that the way could be kept thus clear to God-my life, my strength, my joy, my all!

Much that is very interesting has passed, chiefly a visit from T. E. and his wife of Philadelphia. The day they left us, we sat in silence round the dinner table, till he said that words seemed hardly

needful to express the precious feeling of union that prevailed.

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was very sad to lose them; and yet I never felt before so strongly, how the individual blessing to each soul is not a merely being present, and recognizing, and rejoicing in such times as these. How the words of one that hath a heavenly spirit and a pleasant voice may be heard in vain.

8th Mo. 20th. How can I describe these eventful days? One lesson may they teach me, that God is love, and that whatever good thing I am blessed with, is not in me. He has been so kind, so gracious, and I so very perverse, frequently so distrustful, so easily wounded; but He, as if He will not take offence, again and again has pity on

me.

8th Mo. 21st. I was so grievously stupid last week, so unable to realize any thing-feared when I should come to myself, that it would be terrible ; but no, it is not so: I have love for all, and I hope it will grow for all, and take in all. It is not that one love swallows up another, as one sorrow does ; yet I am very weak and need daily help. Oh that it may not be withheld.

The above was the last entry which she made in her Journal.