It made me bless God that he was your husband as I read it, and endeared him yet more to me. His picture, my love, has rather more bright in it than was in my thoughts respecting your situation. You will be directed aright in it. "Commit

your way to the Lord, trust also in Him, and He shall bring it to pass. Delight thyself in the Lord, and He shall give thee the desires of thine heart." You might be elsewhere, and then compelled, from ill-health, to leave your husband; and much as I love you, I am not so selfish as to desire to see your face when purchased at such a price, although the very thought of seeing you, as it glances across the mind, almost raises me from my chair.

I think that, by prayer and perseverance, your desires will be granted as to a missionary where you are. Men ought to pray, and not to faint; we often do the first, but forget the last, and thus we fail. Tell me, in your next, what sort of a man you want; what salary he would need; what work he would have; what denomination he must be of. This is necessary to be

known, both for inquiry and for prayer. Be very particular in all this. The children of God have three vast encouragements for their prayers, the inward intercession of the Holy Spirit, the mediation of the Son of God, and the ear and the heart of their heavenly Father. No wonder, therefore, they are exhorted to pray without ceasing and to pray in faith. Your dear James's determination to spread, as far as in his power, the name of Jesus among the natives, greatly commended itself to my judgment. God blesses simplicity of aim and a single eye; and, if he so act, God will bless him and make him a blessing. It is usual with God to work by simple means, and those which men would despise. He says you have a pundit and some boys,— have you no girls? Are there no openings for usefulness among the Assamese women and infants? There is a Society for promoting female education in the East. Is there no field at Assam? They pay the outfit and the first year, or half-year, I think. Turn this over, praying for wisdom. If there were a field, I have little doubt that I could get subscriptions greatly to

aid the thing. It strikes me, that a female under you would be a very great comfort, through God's blessing. Let me know in your next. But I must conclude for this day.

Your affectionate father,

J. H. EVANS.

I LITTLE thought, when I laid down my pen, on the 15th of October, that I should not take it up again till the 30th of November, yet such is the case. Six weeks have since then passed over my head, and during that period dear C. B. has gone to her rest, peaceful and happy in Jesus, of which your mother will give you some interesting particulars. Her death was a striking display of the grace and power of God. May my last end be like hers. Dear Mr. B., too, is in a precarious state of health. But all is well. Rom. viii. 28 takes in a wide range of blessing. We are all, I thank God, quite well; my health, indeed, was never better; my throat perfectly recovered. May renewed mercies call forth renewed thankfulness and increasing desires and attempts to be useful. Many thanks for your last letter, per steamer. Yet it made me sad to find that you were taken back to Tezpore again; but the Great First Cause saw it good, and I am quite sure that some precious good is to come forth from it. Weanedness from the gross world is much more quickly attained than weanedness from creature attachments. You must be in great danger of clinging too closely to dear Jamie and Jamie's father in your present forlorn condition, and it is in the perpetual discoveries you are making of the extremely slender thread on which your earthly mercies are suspended, and the infinitely tender hand that holds that thread, you are now learning out the lesson,-" Draw me, and I will run after thee," in a much more favourable position than when you were in Calcutta, or even were you now at Hampstead. Ours are stubborn natures, my precious C., and we learn our most important lessons in a painful school. Yet I still repeat, that if our heavenly Father were Himself to remove you from such a situation, I should be glad.

It is my fault to be over-anxious about my children, and many trials have been sent me in consequence. May I, through grace, receive the lesson.

I hope, my love, you are still able to keep up your various readings. I am aware that it must be exceedingly difficult for you to do so under your present circumstances, but still I earnestly beseech you to persevere. I should, situated as you, find it an excessive danger to let my mind go down, and it needs, I am quite sure, as much winding-up as our watches. But, above all, the Lord preserve you in true spirituality of soul, nearness to God, and much daily close intercourse with Him; real, solid, filial, unreserved intercourse.

I draw towards the close of my letter with regret. I always do. It seems like a taking leave of you. Yet I must think of concluding, for my paper admonishes me. If you were to finish a drawing or two for me, and send them to Mr. B—, perhaps BMrs. B―― would have the kindness to bring them. I long to have them. We had our clerical party here last Monday,—a most delightful day. I have just published four "Essays on Infidelity," which I will send to you, as well as some of my poetry, such as it is. The chapel still is full, and I preached twice yesterday without inconvenience. God give a blessing.

Forgive me if my letter is a little Mondayish; and with every fond desire and affectionate prayer and tender love to you and your's, believe me, dearest C-,

Your ever affectionate father,

J. H. EVANS.

TO HIS WIFE, DURING THE LAST ILLNESS OF HER SISTER.

November 6, 1840.

THE Lord bless you and keep you, and make His face to shine upon you, and give you peace now and at all times. Your's is now a time of trial of faith, of hope, and of patience, waiting on and waiting for the Lord. Much blessing is in store for you, I doubt not. Pray that the God of all grace would give you the sanctified possession of the affliction, by the power of His own blessed Spirit, in a deeper, closer, more experimental

and more personal apprehension of the love of Christ in your heart. Such seasons as these are but rare in any life, and deeply ought they to be prized, though painfully felt.

Your letter this morning tells me of dearest C-'s gradual departure to her happy, holy home,-happy, because holy. Gently is her heavenly Father taking up the stakes of her tabernacle; without much acute, though with constant suffering, is she parting with her earthly frame, her mind tranquil, her hope unassailed, or, if assailed, yet unbroken. Just on the verge of her glorious eternity, soon, very soon, to be there, her situation is enviable rather than pitiable, and of her whole family she is at this time the most blessed. Happy exchange,-happy C! Blessed are the dead that die, and especially so die, in the Lord.

It is indeed, as you say, the hour of nature's humiliation, but it is the hour of the Spirit's triumph, of the Saviour's joy, of the Father's glory. Angels hover round her bed, by day and by night, to waft her disemprisoned spirit into its own abode.

Give her my tender love. She is much on my heart and in my prayers, that she may be strengthened in the inner man with all might, that the Holy Spirit may comfort her with the constant sense of the love of Christ, and that she may be filled with all the fulness of God. Give her these four words as from me,they are the words of Him who died for her, “I am with thee."

Give my affectionate love to all around you. May all grace be imparted for strength, comfort, guidance, and, above all, for sanctification in the trial, and from the trial. The Lord bless you, and increase you a hundredfold in all spiritual blessings.

I am well, preached on Tuesday, had my Female Bible-class on Wednesday, and called on Lawrence, as I did yesterday, and on Francis, and S. N- and C. S. Lawrence is going fast; the rest much as usual, except that C. S is worse than I ever saw her.

Your's, &c.,

J. H. EVANS.

TO HIS WIFE, ON THE DEATH OF HER SISTER.

November 7, 1840.

A FEW lines to to assure her how I feel for her and with her, and yet rejoice at the deliverance, the safe, the peaceful, the glorious deliverance of our beloved C. She is now with Jesus, happy, holy; she sees Him, she is like Him; she will be with Him for ever.

Thank you for the early communication this morning. I trust that the solemn, sacred, sanctifying influence of the intelligence, may, through the Eternal Spirit, live through the day, and through all my days, and be a means of weaning me from earth more, and more preparing me for heaven.

It has been a solemn season to you. You have not seen many dying beds, and you might have seen many die and witnessed few such scenes as that, where you have so clearly discerned the very footsteps of God. What a striking exhibition of the power, faithfulness, and love of God! Jesus was there, the living Saviour, with His dying child, ransomed by His blood, and there was the faithful Comforter helping her infirmities, and there the Father of mercies sustaining her in the hollow of His hand.

May the blessedness of that scene be ever fresh in your heart, and of those who witnessed it, and in my own. Oh! for deeper sanctification, more thorough yielding oneself to God, more depth of conviction as to sin's evil, more lively faith in, and living on, the Son of God.

Your's,

TO HIS DAUGHTER IN INDIA.

J. H. EVANS.

Hampstead, Jan. 18, 1841.

Do not be frightened, my own dear C, at my taking to this small sized paper as if I meant to cut you down to a less dimensioned letter, or as if my love were diminishing to a more contracted compass. If my paper were to be measured by my increase of affection, it would grow indeed to a most exorbitant