I am not to flatter you--you need it not, you ask it
not; but, my friend, you must feel and know that you have
been walking with God, walking _humbly_, doing good, neither
trusting to false presumptions nor to your own merits. Christ
has been _your_ master, to Him you have looked, and, blessed
be God! He will never, never forsake those who trust to
Him,--those who are good to others for his sake,--those who
seek redemption through Him. Where, O ye years that are past,
have you gone? You have carried to the throne of grace many
an act of contrition, many a devout prayer, many a good deed,
many an offering of faith, from the friend to whom I now
write. Bring back, ye moments that are to come and which
shall be granted to her in this world, rich consolations,
promises of pardon, assurances of favour, all spiritual
blessings! Dear Miss Byard, may all these be yours in full
abundance. May God the Father bless you, through the Eternal
Spirit, for Christ's sake! This is the sincere and earnest
prayer of your affectionate and faithful friend, E.B.R.
In this I am joined by Isabella.
Marked--"It arrived just after her death."
In his journal Mr. Ramsay speaks of Bishop Sandford with a very grateful
recollection. To him he owed his preferment, and a "more agreeable
charge could not well be had.
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