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the knowledge of wisdom when it enters the heart; “ then there shall be a reward, and thine expectation shall not be cut off." I am a tenant at will; and every little wind that shakes the cottage I am ready to take as a warning to quit, which will hasten my arrival at the better house - not made with' hands.” And I am the more inclined to entertain such thoughts, as our Israel at large begin to loath the manna, calling the weightier matters light food. For such conduct the divine resentment may justly appear; yea, and will appear, to send “ a famine in the land, and cleanness of teeth throughout all their tribes.” The numberless clouds without rain, which are 'blowed to and fro with every wind, throughout all our coasts, are certain preludes to this evil arrow; for “ they will make empty the soul of the hungry, and cause the drink of the thirsty to fail.” But even this shall not deprive me of my crown, nor fcreen their backs from God's scourge. How light are these bodily afflictions when the dying love of Jesus affords to the weary mind a downy pillow! “ I will keep that man in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on me.” This is making all our bed easy in our fickness, and is the sweetest rest to the loul on the bed of languishing.
It is true the eye of faith, in the rays of the Morning Star, perceives the day-dawn and dayspring from on high inclined to visit; and the soul struggles hard to quit the dark and gloomy
regions of death's shadow. As the radiance of immortal glory spreads, the more precious is it for the eye of faith to behold the sun. This is seeing Him who is invisible to all the sight of mortals, or to all the light of nature. The goodness of Jehovah appears in the land of the living; faith perceives it, and draws her unerring conclusion to the enlightened mind, that “ he is the fairest among ten thousand, and the altogether lovely." The heavenly dawn shines upon obscure prophecy, and illumines that dark place, and brings divine harmony to light, where carnal reason had bred the worst confusion. Confidence puts her hand on divine veracity, and waits till faithfulness makes the promise good. And here the soul faints
unless she believes. But the heavenly dove flut· ters in the heart, broods over the soul, and pro
duces hope and expectation, which are both the foul's anchor and looker-out: the former stays her from sinking in her fainting fits, and the other fills her with anxiety till the desire is accomplished. Thus faith sees the promised object at a distance, and a divine impulse on the will bends it to make the choice, until the immortal sced of electing and everlasting love is shed abroad in the heart by the promised Comforter; and then the affections are all called forth to acquiesce in and to admire the choice. Now the Ancient of Days, and the child whose age is an hand-breadth, are no more at a distance. The Sun of Righteousness and the
worm of the dust meet together, without any dan. ger of being scorched or dried up. He presents his suffering nature to view, and shines through it; darkness passes, and the true light shines; while the eye fees, the ear hears, and faith feels the word of life. O how melting, how humbling, how foul and self-debasing, is the vision ! And, when it speaks in the court of conscience, then “ the just shall live by faith.” There is no more fpirit left; all, all is drunk up, and crucifixion takes place; fellowship in his sufferings, and being planted together in the likeness of his death, is both felt and understood; and the effect is, the world becomes crucified in the vision, and the finner is crucified to the world. This is manifesting himself on earth to the objects given him; and, when he awakes, arises, and aicends again, he takes the heart, the affections, the thoughts, the defires, wishes, appetites, and all the powers of the soul, with him, and leaves us as mere shadows without substance, machines without wheels, or as automaton figures. We may speak, and that is all; and fometimes not that. Whether in the body or out of the body we cannot tell; God knoweth. The match is made, the knot is tied, and Philomela is bound up in the bundle of life with the Lord my God. The bond of the covenant has encompassed her; and all that he loves must live; for the true light always conveys dying love, which is his healing beams. All light,
unattended with this, is short of the faving health promised to all nations ; for there is neither salvation, health, nor life, in it. Bone of his bone, and flesh of his flesh, and one fpirit with him, and complete in him, and without fault before the throne ; these are great mysteries. But I speak concerning my master and mistress, whose willing servant 1 hope ever to remain. Signed and delivered
From the Desert.
· NOCTUA AURITA.
To NOCTUA AURITA, of the Desert.
I Received yours, and my heart rejoiced when I saw the hand-writing. I know the Lord will reward you for your labour of love to my soul. It grieved me much to find you was laid by from your work. I hope ere this you are about again ; for I verily believe the Lord will not keep you a prisoner long, because, under him, there are so many that are looking to you for food, and there are so few under shepherds to feed them. Last week the Lord was pleased to visit my taber
nacle with a disorder which I had some apprehension would have takent me home. But he has brought me back again; for what end I am at a loss to know. I want to be gone. I know there is a mansion prepared for me, and that nothing shall ever separate me from his presence, who is the life and joy of my soul. I know now what you meant in the first letter you fent me, after my fetters were broken off. It has much puzzled me till lately. You said that faith was come to me by hearing, and hearing by the word of God; and that faith would shortly work by love; and that love would cast out all fear and torment, and then the match would take place. Indeed I find it fo; for I very sensibly feel the effects of union to Christ. Well might the apostle break out in. wonder, and say, 65 Behold what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God.” But we shall know more of it when, as you observe, we shall see the luftre of a million suns, which will smile on us, burn in us, and shine through us, for evermore, These expressions, as it were, set my soul on fire. But thefe words come to my mind, where the apostle fays, “ Ye have need of patience, that, after ye have done the will of God, ye may inlierit the promises.” And I believe no soul ever needed patience more than myself. I find you will not let me enjoy my sweet morsel without the “ bitter herbs;" you muft bring to my re