I find another interesting record at the beginning of the year 1839.

‘I have now entered upon another year. Oh how different do all things

now appear, to what they did at the commencement of the last. I was then

blessed with my dear parents, and I looked forward for some years of

comfort and of guidance from them; but thy ways, O Lord, are not my ways,

neither are Thy thoughts my thoughts; Thou hast taken them from me that I

may look to thee alone for help and comfort. O give me grace to seek all

I want from Thee. Wean me, blessed Lord, from the world, and all its

treatments, and enable me to live entirely to Thee. Thou knowest, Lord,

my weakness and proneness to start aside from my best Friend, but pardon

all Thou hast seen amiss in me, through the past year, and enable me now

to live more devotedly to Thy service.’

The method which she chose of quietly taking a review of the past, and

forecasting the circumstances of the new year, appeared to be peculiarly

profitable, and may afford a direction as to the mode of spending this

interesting season.

Elizabeth and her sister were now thrown on their own resources. Their

father’s house was sold for the benefit of his family. After their

removal, they kept a school. This flourished, and it was a great

benefit, as far as it went, in the parish, being conducted with so much

good order and Christian feeling. But after a time, the noise of the

children became unbearable to Elizabeth, and obliged her sister to give

it up, and to turn to other means of support. Elizabeth’s mind, as

appears from her Journal, was all this time gradually growing in grace.

The habits of their little family were very regular. The two sisters

read three or four verses, and prayed together every morning, in addition

to the usual family prayer with their brother, who lived with them.

Elizabeth’s chief infirmity was a proneness to be hurt by unkindness or

neglect; this she tried to conquer, and through Divine Grace, succeeded

to a great degree. She had always been careful of her money, feeling how

needful it might be to her in her weakly state of health. At the time of

her death she had a small sum in the savings bank; but she was alive to

the snare of covetousness. She used to say, what shall we give? She

subscribed to the Missionary and the Jewish Society, and originated a

little Bible Society collection: but she also felt the duty of denying

herself, that she might save something more for these works of charity.

She was constantly diligent, and during the last winter of her life she

read the Scriptures a great deal, and grew proportionally in grace. She

was regular in her attendance at the different meetings, being generally

accompanied by a friend in somewhat similar circumstances of life, who

was attached to our communion. But nothing more marked her character

than a holy, humble, simple, unpretending walk, carrying about with her,

I may truly say, the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit. She repeatedly

wrote in her Journal during the last year of her life. Her observations

were chiefly founded on sermons which she had heard, and which she

applied to herself. There was not one observation in them of a carping

critical character. But what she received she sought to turn to the best

profit, and to obtain from it growth in grace. Speaking of the sermon of

a young Minister among us, she was struck with his appeal for decision in

religion, on the ground of the uncertainty of life. ‘O,’ she adds, ‘how

he warned and exhorted the young to decide for God, that they might

obtain pardon and peace here, and happiness in the world to come.’ She

concludes her account of another sermon. ‘Help me, O Lord, to watch

always, that I sin not against Thee, and help me so to pray, that the

enemy may flee before me:’ and again, ‘Help me, blessed Lord, to be daily

growing in holiness, humility, and love, that I may feel in every trial,

and temptation, thou art my Rock and Defence.’ As the summary of one

week, she says, ‘I have felt my soul decay in the last week. The enemy

has been permitted to buffet and assault me very much, tempting me to

unbelief. But O thou compassionate Saviour, who prayed for thy disciple

of old, that his faith might not fail, look upon me, and deliver me from

my strong foe. O strengthen my faith, for it is weak. Show me wherein I

have sinned; lift up the light of thy countenance upon me.’ Again, after

a sermon of Mr. Allen’s. ‘What encouragement to the believer to know

that Jesus, his Saviour and Redeemer, has before trodden every painful

path, and endured every conflict, and has promised that as he overcame,

so shall we, through his merit.’

She heard a Sermon from a minister before alluded to, on growth in

religion, in which that subject was illustrated by a tree in the growth

of its roots, in its branches, and in its fruitfulness. The subject

appears very much to have struck her. She concludes it by saying, ‘Help

me, blessed Lord, to be daily growing in holiness, humility and love; and

may I feel in every trial and temptation, that thou art my Rock, and my

Defence.’ ‘Nov. 24. I have felt much depressed to day by fretfulness

and coldness: O Lord, quicken me.’ ‘Heard Mr. R. this evening, from Luke

v. 31, 32. Felt my mind much impressed by the Sermon. Blessed Lord,

impress it on my heart, by thy Spirit. Strip me of all

self-righteousness, make me feel more and more, my need of thee.’

The above extracts from her Journal, will shew the quiet working of the

Spirit of God in her heart, chiefly by means of the word of God. Other

means are not so commonly and particularly alluded to by her, but she

always in life expressed her profit in all; in the Lord’s Supper, in the

social prayer meetings on Monday Evening, and Sunday Morning, and the

bible class, all of which she continued constantly to attend. I add two

testimonials concerning her. One of them was communicated to a friend at

a distance, who had been staying some time in Lowestoft, and who had been

made acquainted with Elizabeth. It is written by a person who was in the

constant habit of seeing her, and who knew her well. The other is

written by a very intimate friend.

_Lowestoft_, _July_ 6. 1840.

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