more become a servant to tribute. 1 was on Friday and yesterday so kindly supported under it, that I fell on my knees, and blessed God for it.

Farewell! Ever yours in the path of tribulation,

W. H. S.S.

DXCVIII.

Cricklewood, Sept. 23, 1807.

It was with grief of heart that I parted with my old nursling last night: but I do admire the kind hand and good work of my God upon her, so evident in the different appearance between the first and the last interviews I had with her. Here I left off, went on my knees, and with the most profound gratitude, with energy, enlargement of heart, and fervour of mind, blessed, adored, and thanked God for his kindness to thee, and for making thee a means of bringing the truth to the island, and the good tidings conveyed to many ears and many hearts. How divine wisdom shines herein, by accomplishing the greatest of all works by the smallest beginnings, and by the weakest and simplest of all means! Finding an open door, I prayed with all freedom for you all, and for all who seem to favour us, and appear to be creeping out of their holes.

I bless the Almighty for my poor, dear

that the little old couch was removed out of the kitchen, which persuades me that the Son of God is Harry's best physician, and the coalheaver Harry's best quack doctor. I have had such freedom this day at the throne of grace, that on my last approach, after praying for the poor islanders, I attempted to pray for Mr. M- pleading that God is kind to all.

How loud and intelligently do our enlargements and contractions, our encouragements and our denials, speak to us; and, after all, what are we? By the grace of God we are made to differ, and by the grace of God we are what we are. I expect a large harvest of souls in the Isle of Ely; and, though our work of conversion is not so quick, nor our numbers so great, as the Arminians', yet will it in the end prove to be the best workmanship.

My kind love to Henry, William, and Becky, and duty to Granny, with all best wishes. My respects to the good woman in the yard, whose name I never knew, and to the little old-fashioned maid. God bless you all; so prays

DXCIX.

Cricklewood, May 10, 1802.

My dear Brother in Christ Jesus,

Grace and peace be multiplied by the Holy Ghost through the only Mediator between God and sinners.

I BLESS my God on your behalf, who has not left you destitute of his mercy and truth; but has shewn himself a God at hand-a present help and one who does not abhor the afflictions of the afflicted. In heaven above, or in the earth beneath, there is none like the covenant God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob; who pardoneth iniquity and passeth by the transgressions of the remnant of his heritage. Not unto us, but unto thy name be the praise, for thy grace, thy mercy, and thy truth!

Fellow-soldier, and fellow-prisoner, prisoners of hope you and I were ordained from eternity, to see the encircling wheels of divine Providence, and the wonderful displays of superabounding grace. God hath searched us, tried us, stripped us, and emptied us, that we might come to infinite fulness-empty, void and waste! None but insolvents want a surety; the divorced soul

want the physician; the dead want life; and none but condemned criminals hunger and thirst after righteousness. Oh! what a match and what a meeting, when darkness and light, death and life, enmity and love, misery and mercy, a cleansing fountain and a filthy dungeon, an indulgent God and a perishing rebel, meet together! "There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth." How close the joint-how strong the cement—and how sweet the union, when Christ crucified and the wounded conscience, a naked soul and the Lord our righteousness, the tender shepherd and the lost sheep, the best of husbands and the treacherous spouse, embrace, admire, melt down and dissolve in eternal love together! Loving-kindness flows in, and godly sorrow flows out; the cup overflows, and the Lord solaces himself with the fruits of his own implanted grace. "I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved!"-But, alas, my dear brother in Christ Jesus, this is not all that falls to the share of God's chosen family; other things are before us things that we never expect, and a fiery trial that appears strange.