ONE evening in May last, Apollos and I took a long walk through the fields. The sun had nearly finished his course-the whole creation around us seemed silent as death; not a breath of wind was heard; every thing combined solemnly to please the imagination, and to produce thought. We talked a while upon the wisdom and power of that God who gave being to all the beauties which surrounded us; then upon the superior excellency of that heavenly glory we soon hoped to see. By this conversation, I found my desire to depart to the happy regions of immortality greatly increased.

After our return home, I was not long asleep till the scene we had talked over came fresh into my mind, and to my delight and astonishment, a heavenly messenger addressed me thus: "I am acquainted with your desire to visit the mansions of the blessed, and am commissioned to carry you there, to exhibit to you some of the glories of that state, and afterwards to conduct you back to your present condition, till my Lord's time be fully come to fix you for ever in his everlasting kingdom.” Happy tidings! I exclaimed, being overpowered with transport at the thought of beholding Jesus on his throne, at the head of his redeemed.

We mounted in the air with a quickness I can only compare to lightning. After passing innumerable suns and worlds, I enquired if we were near heaven? The angel replied with a smile, We are only in the frontiers of the Mediator's kingdom. I asked what kind of beings inhabited these vast bodies, scattered through the immensity of space? My commission, said he, is to convey and guard you to the metropolis of my Lord's empire; I cannot go beyond it: but, for your comfort let me tell you, that when you finish your course below, and enter on your glorified life, nothing shall be hid from you; then you shall know even as you are known.

We had scarcely ended this conversation, when I was desired to look directly above my head; I did so, and, to my inexpressible surprise, I saw a brightness, to which the sun bears no resemblance. Pointing to it with his finger, the angel said, That is heaven! In a moment I was surrounded with hundreds of those whom I had known upon earth, all welcoming me to their blissful, peaceful realms. Perceiving me astonished at the grandeur of their appearance, they desired me to, suspend my wonder, till they brought me into the presence of Jesus. Upon this they unanimously exclaim

ed, "To him, to him, be all the glory!" We flew past millions of the spirits of justified men made perfect, till we came to Jesus the judge of all, of whom indeed I dare not now speak, for no tongue can utter his praise, or declare his glory.

Turning my eyes in every direction, I exclaimed, No wonder that this should be called an exceeding great and eternal weight of glory!

While I stood wondering at the Saviour, and extolling his mercy and grace to me, in redeeming me from misery, and promising soon to put me in full possession of all the glory of his kingdom, I was surprised with the noise of shouts of joy from every quarter. I asked my guide the reason of this new appearance. He replied, See a legion of angels advancing to the throne with the soul of one of your countrymen! This is his entrance to our society: every accession to our number gives rise to a new song of praise to the Lamb of God. I understood that the happy person who approached amidst the procession of thousands of the ransomed and angelic tribes, was a young man called Peter Patience, who had died of a putrid fever a few minutes before. When the charming solemnities of his first interview with Jesus were over, I made up to him, and desired we should have a walk together along the streets of the New Jerusalem. With all my heart, said he. But, for some time I found it impossible to have any conversation, he was so transported with his new condition. Holding up both his hands, he exclaimed,—" Am I in heaven! once a vile wretch! Is it possible that I am eternally stationed in this glorious realm? Bless the Lord, O my soul! hosannah in the highest!"-Turning about to the Lord Jesus, he cast his crown of glory at his feet, crying out with a voice like thunder, Worthy, worthy is the Lamb, to receive honour,

thanksgiving, and praise, for ever and ever!". Upon this we walked a little farther, when he cried out, "O! O! I cannot forget my dear Saviour,I can think of nothing else. Were there the smallest danger of my ever falling from all this Elicity, it would mar my joy: but that is impossible. I am now to be for ever, yes, for ever, with the Lord, O my soul, hosannah in the highest!"

As I was uncertain how long my visit to this happy place was to continue, I was anxious he would proceed to relate the way the Lord had led him through the wilderness. I therefore requested this favour as soon as he found himself capable of the task. "Oh!" said he, I rejoice to give you this information; and when you return to the world, you are welcome to publish it from the house-top, that perishing men to the Saviour, and obtain everlasting life."

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