while I continue to act faith in His power, I _shall_ be helped.
Then help Thy servant evermore to trust in Thee.--Had purposed going
to the Prayer-meeting, but was prevented; I believe Providence guided
me, and appointed me another work. In talking to my family at home, I
felt great liberty; the Lord loosened my tongue. Oh! that the seed may
spring up, and bear fruit. I endeavour to pour out all my grievances
before the Lord. I know that He hears my prayer, and am resolved
to tell Him the worst of myself, as far as His grace enables me to
discover it. I am decidedly resolved to be the Lord's, for I can
obtain solid happiness from no other source; but the name of Jesus is
a cordial to my soul. More faith, and more love, is all I want.--How
frail I am! Conversing with a friend as I returned from the house of
God, I uttered an unnecessary word, and immediately felt that I had
grieved the Spirit of God. As soon as an opportunity of retiring
presented itself, I poured out my soul before the Lord, ashamed that
I should so often offend Him, whom I desire to love and obey above
all things.--In my class I professed the enjoyment of the sanctifying
influences of the Holy Spirit; and, blessed be God, though I hold the
blessing feebly, I do hold it; but the cry of my soul is, fill me with
all the life of God."

[The following lines, written after reading a piece in favour of snuff
and tobacco, will be edifying to smokers.]

While some prefer the quid, and some the smell;
There are who think that smoke doth both excel,
I smile to see these votaries so misled,
And think their several tastes are idly bred.
Perchance one, here and there, may virtue find,
In 'bacco' fumes, when much perplexed with wind.
But sure, the human frame, frail as it is,
Is not so subject to the qualms as this;
Three times a day to need the burning herb,
To cure the evils which so much disturb.
'Tis since the fall, an idol demon tries,
By sophisms deep, to close the wise man's eyes.
While musing on the sacred word, they plead
The blessing of the mind composing weed;
Thus join their idol with Divinity,
Whose mandate is, "No other God but Me."
But hear them plead their failing cause again;
"It recreates the powers to work amain,
Dispels the phlegm, which on the stomach lay,
And fits us for the labours of the day."
But will not prayer, and reading recreate,
Much more than smoking thus in idle state?
And e