I have sometimes, latterly, been so longing to be away, home, that I have feared it might be somewhat a kind of unwillingness to work, but yet it was accompanied with the wish to finish whatever the Lord had given me to do. Everything marks the near approach of the end; what an amazing source of joy. It will be indeed rest. This feeling is often suppressed, by being absorbed in work, but in a moment's leisure (which sickness or other like causes give) bursts out afresh. If one cannot live for Christ, what has one to do but to live with him. Happy alternative of Grace!