I longed to be a flame of fire continually glowing in the divine service and building up of Christ's kingdom to my last and dying breath.

O my Blessed God! let me climb up near to Him, and love, and long, and plead, and wrestle, and strech after Him, and for deliverence from the body of sin and death. Alas! my soul mourned to think i should ever lose sight of its Beloved again. O come, Lord Jesus, amen.

Be careful to make a good improvement of precious time.

In the silences I make in the midst of the turmoil of life I have appointments with God. From these silences I come forth with spirit refreshed, and with a renewed sense of power. I hear a voice in the silences, and become increasingly aware that it is the voice of God.

We are a long time in learning that all our strength and salvation is in God.

Oh! one hour with God infinitely exceeds all the pleasures and delights of this lower world.

As to my success here I cannot say much as yet: the Indians seem generally kind, and well-disposed towards me, and are mostly very attentive to my instructions, and seem willing to be taught further.