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and enjoyments. A few days since, in my imag- 

 ination, I was often wandering with delight, to the 

 remote land of my kindred, and parental love cen- 

 tered in this promising son, for whom, principally, 

 I wished to live, and for whom I would have been 

 willing to die. Perhaps this child occupied a 

 place in my heart, which my God and Saviour on- 

 ly may of right occupy. I hope that this afflic- 

 tion may be the means of disengaging my affec- 

 tions from an inordinate attachment to earthly ob- 

 jects ; and that it may induce me to fix my confi- 

 dence and hope on things, which will never disap- 

 point my expectation. The Judge of all the 

 earth has done right ; and it becomes me to be 

 still and know, that he is God. I, too, must soon 

 die ; and this dispensation is, perhaps, a seasona- 

 ble warning to me, to be prepared to meet my 

 own dissolution. I desire that the Holy Spirit 

 may sanctify this affliction to me, and make it sub- 

 servient to this important end. 



On my return from M c Leod's Lake, I was ac- 

 companied by Mr. M c Dougall and family, who 

 came to mourn with me, and the mother of my 

 departed son, the loss of this dear object of our 

 mutual affection. — Her distress, on receiving this 

 intelligence, was greater, if possible, than my own. 

 I endeavoured, by some introductory remarks, on 

 the uncertainty of earthly things, to prepare her 



