To Mrs. H., June 1858. 
    My very dear friend,
    I hope you are still kept steadily following onward in the way of faith. Oh, 
    how sweet to live in momentary dependence upon Him, and independent of all 
    beside; then are we satisfied with His fullness, however low creature 
    streamlets may run. Do I not long to be more fully and always in this way of 
    faith? Yes, verily; though, alas! I am too often turned aside by carnal 
    reason--my old and powerful foe. 
    Oh, my dear Amelia, I think none of the Lord's children 
    are so slow to learn and so easily beguiled in some things, from the 
    simplicity which is in Christ. I cannot boast of any attainments. I am laid 
    low in the dust, and very, very poor; yet I have a rich Beloved, who scorns 
    not my lowliness, and only keeps me short in hand that I may not be able to 
    do without Him, and that I may glory in nothing but Himself, in whom I can 
    never glory too much. It is good to be in the "valley of humiliation," the 
    air is congenial to the new man, and very beneficial, though not pleasing to 
    this proud heart. Moreover, there we have much of the company of Prince 
    Immanuel, who chose that spot for His earthly residence; for "He made 
    Himself of no reputation, and took upon Him the form of a servant, and being 
    found in fashion as a man, He humbled Himself, and became obedient unto 
    death, even the death of the Cross." Oh, it was a mighty stoop of love. I 
    marvel and adore, desiring to follow the Lamb wherever He leads. 
    I heard a little of His wondrous ways towards you from 
    dear Mrs. B—. It is wonderful how He sends His benefits in such a way as to 
    cut off all glorying in the flesh. You shall not be delighting in His 
    benefits—but absorbed in Himself. Against this, the enemy fights hard, 
    presenting various things to divert from that safe and secret place into 
    which he has no access. While delighting in gifts he can touch us—but, when 
    enrapt up in the Giver, he is defeated, Psalm 91. Fare you well. 
    Affectionate love, from yours ever warmly,
    Ruth