"I must now conclude, for it is just midnight. You can have no idea how the musquitoes have been biting me under the table, ever since I began writing. Macgregor paid me a visit to-day; he is quite a young fellow; I like him very much; we have had many conversations together; he is another proof of the untold blessing of having a pious mother, and a pious father too. * * *
"Give my love to that dear old Christian, Mrs. Kipping, and thank her for her prayers. Tell me how poor Mr. B. is? I shall never forget his telling me one day, with tears in his eyes, 'I cannot believe! I want to believe! I have often prayed for him since." . . .
TO DR. TWINING.
"Piræus, Greece, July 19th, 1854.
" . . . I thank you from my innermost soul dearest friend, for the comfort and peace I now enjoy: for leading me (as the instrument in God's hands) to Jesus. And now, having tasted that the Lord is gracious — having known somewhat of the love of Christ, I would endeavour to win my fellow sinners to Him — from vanity to real enjoyment.
"Jesus is very precious to my soul — my All in all. Often have I been on the point of falling away, and yet His arm has held me up, and kept me from bringing dishonour on His blessed name! To Him be all the praise and glory.
"Seasons of despondency and gloom I have had, but my consolations have abounded also, and I trust that 1 am seeking tor more conformity to Jesus in my life and conversation, through the mighty help of His ever-blessed Spirit. But with St. Paul, often in the agony of my soul am I forced to cry out, 'Oh, wretched man that I am, who shall deliver me from the body of this death?' Yet with whom also
