When I think I wish glory to God, I find I am seeking it for myself. Let me pray for a new heart, a complete change, and seek to forget myself, and aim, in conversing, to make others happy, and honour God. Let me try.'

A poem, dated December 12, 1833, forms a suitable close to this year.

6 ON LEAVING KELSO.

There is a spot where memory loves to rest,—
A scene whose image, pictured in my breast,
Is twined with all that's beautiful and dear,
With all that weep affection's mournful tear-
My home! By the soft sunshine of thy glades,
Thy daisied pastures, mixed with forest shades;
The gentle breeze, that fans thy waving tree;
By thy sweet wild-flowers, I'll remember thee!
And thou, my native stream, whose waveless flow,
Whether thou laugh'st in morning's roseate glow,
Or spread'st thy bosom to the noontide beam,
Or smil'st in beauty at the sunset's gleam,
Art lovely still.-Bright stream! farewell to thee,
Thy silvery waters flow no more for me;
No more for me the music of thy play,

When lengthening shades proclaim the close of day.
One hour there is, I've prized above the rest,
One halcyon hour, when thou wert loveliest ;
'Twas when the day of rest was well nigh sped,
And its sweet influence o'er my heart was shed;
When courting solitude, at balmy even,
I sought for peace, in communing with heaven.
'Twas rapture then, to gaze on thee fair stream,
All sparkling in day's last and tenderest beam ;
While the rich trees, that graceful o'er thee wave,
Were trembling in the golden light it gave;
And breezes stirred the incense of the air,
As tho' some spirit kept his sabbath there;

It seemed as if, those deep and spacious skies,
That kindled earth with their celestial dyes,
Shot rays of glory from some heavenly clime
To bless the sabbath of the sons of time,
And raise the soul, on contemplation's wing,

To the pure source whence endless pleasures spring—

A foretaste of that glorious land of light,

Where those who love the Lamb shall dwell in robes of white.'

CHAPTER V.

CORRESPONDENCE AND DIARY.

Diary.- Edinburgh, Jan. 13, 1834.-UP at four to see Cornelius off. I felt sad when he set out in the dark and damp, and thought of his many disadvantages in living alone. Do I pray enough for my brother? My heart condemns me.'

‹ 22d.—The first night of my beginning to read Watt's hymns, at the same hour with my ever dear friend F I have not of late prized this means of keeping up christian fellowship so much as once I did. I fear I can trace this to my thoughts being too much set afloat about the future in this life.The future! what is it? A moment like the past, and more uncertain;-if the very brightest dreams that ever dazzled my fancy had been realized, still it would have been but a moment. Shall I suffer things to flit before me, invested with proportions not their own, till all things else seem tame and insipid?'

' March 8.-Have had delight in the Life of M. J. Graham: her remarks on conducting study to God's glory, and drawing out the mind to its full extent, as a precious talent, and his gift, pleased me much. Let me try, like her, to bring all things to the "Test of Truth." On Sabbath day attended the communion at Lady Glenorchy's. Mr Bruce, in serving a table, spoke of the value God has for us, and our consequent

duty of being a peculiar and separate people, as, for the sake of being served by us, he had given his Son. Too light have been my impressions of that blessed day; how soon earthly things warp my soul, and absorb my attention! Let me keep fast by my hours of retirement, as the only means of obtaining spiritual life, and obtaining the blessed Spirit of my God.'

These extracts, scanty as they are, compared to the mass from which they are drawn, betray a holy jealousy of self, and a sedulous mortification of all those emotions which the admiration of a continually extending circle of friends, was calculated to excite.

The extracts from letters to friends of her own age, about this time, will exhibit the elegance and playfulness of her mind, ever mingled as they were, with thoughts beyond the present scene.

To one of her class-fellows.

'Edinburgh, May 5, 1834.-I had been longing to hear of your welfare and pursuits for days before the arrival of your letters, and was a wee bit disappointed that there was no line for me; but it was only because "all men seem to themselves of some importance;" so, at least, says my counsellor, Pascal, that man of many thoughts. My sober judgment soon told me you had chosen your correspondents wisely. * Is it not most animating to feel oneself beloved by those who are dear to us? To me it is the most exhilarating of all feelings; and we, dear friend, shall continue to love and pray for each other, whether we are together, or divided by many miles. Last week I had a long letter from my dearest F. So long a time had

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elapsed, that I feared she had forgotten her northern correspondent, or did not know how large a share she possesses in my heart; but this sweet message of love, bears no token of forgetfulness. She urges me onward to the Celestial City, where, though our lot be far distant here, we shall together bow before our Saviour. Yes, my friend, it is a glorious prospect to be in His presence for evermore, and to associate with all those who are formed after his likeness; and it is sweet to hold converse with the loved companions of our short pilgrimage, those who have helped us to draw nearer to our Lord, who have poured consolation into our spirits when wounded, or doubled our joys by their sympathy. It is strange when I think of my friend, Miss R, that my thoughts always flow in this current. Our intercourse has been nearly all connected with our highest hopes, and I trust the perpetuity of our love will much enhance its value.

I hope, dear M- the spring breezes that open the roses in the garden, are also planting them on your cheeks, which were at times so pale, as to tell us that the heat of schools did not please them so well as the wooded slopes of C- -. Do run about and be as wild as-I was going to say-an ass's colt! but stopped, lest you should think, which is not the case, that I meant to insinuate any affinity between my fair friend, and that interesting quadruped; no, no! B. B.'s lessons in botany and all the sciences, profound and light, will preclude all possibility of this. There is more danger of your becoming a blue. * * * Our little friends at Stockbridge school, go on as well as usual; I really respect and like the teacher. * ** * You will think of us next Sab