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. will, though she may perhaps continue some time. At times I feel much, and have a great desire, (if it was the will of God) that she might be continued with me: but I have no just ground for grief or sorrow, only I feel loath to part with her. But O what a comfort it is to see one in her situation, approaching apparently so near their end, in so happy and blessed a frame as she is at times, rejoicing in the prospect of another and better world. Her outward man perishes, but the inward man is renewed; and though her strength fails her, yet she feels that God is her portion. I had some conversation with her last Saturday afternoon, and many sweet things did she mention. I felt myself exceeding happy with her; her mind was composed, quiet; and peaceable, though at times her exercises are exceeding sharp; yet again she is calm and serene.
Bless the Lord, O my soul, for his goodness to her, and to myself also! It was under a discourse Mr. Huntington preached at Newark, from these words, “ It is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am chief,” that the Lord was pleased first to reveal himself to her, and bring her into a state of pardon, peace, and friendship with himself. She bid me this morning, when talking about him, tell you to give her kind love to him. She desires her love to yourself and Mr. Mason, also to Mr. and Mrs. Bensley, with each of your families. Miss Cort is with
her, and begs her love. I have not time to say more, as I am just called away. My kind regard to all.
To Mr. MORGAN, at the Timber Yard,
Bunhill Row, London.
Lazonby, Sept. 8, 1809 Beloved for Christ and truth's sake, You
ou have, no doubt, expected a letter from me before this, which must have tried what patience you have in possession; and, if you are like me, you have not any to boast of. We had a prosperous journey down by the will of God. When we arrived at Stamford, where we meant to stop all night, and go to G. the next day, it was singular that the Justice and Mr. B. should both be on the top of the coach, and we within, and not know it till the coach drove into the inn-yard. They were on their return from meeting the Doctor in the isle of Ely, who I understand they left very well. We stopped at G. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday; and, as the Justice had parted with his house, nothing would do but we must stop at Mr. B-'s, whose civility and attention
were such as we shall ever bear an affectionate remembrance of. Mrs. B. was very ill, confined to her room; but I have had a letter from Mr. B. since, and he informs me she is something better. Nothing would be heard but our stopping there a day or two on our return; and indeed it is greatly in favour of my little weak wife, as I should be afraid of undertaking the journey without stopping somewhere. During my stay with these choice friends a young lady was telling a circumstance of a poor woman in that neighbourhood, whose husband works for the Justice, that was among the Arminians; and when the Doctor was down (it is now about two years ago) she found in her heart a strong desire to go and hear him; but, when she got to the chapel door, these words of Paul came to her mind,“ Heaping to themselves teachers, having itching ears.' This caused her to lose this opportunity. Still she was determined to go, and she got in, and heard the next discourse, which was so blessed to her soul that she declared she could have fallen down on her knees in the chapel and blessed the Doctor in the name of the Lord; for he was so made manifest in her conscience by God's truth entering her heart with power, that, when she got out, she declared that the Arminians were altogether in a delusion, and she left them from that day forward; and, though they compass her about like bees, it is to no purpose, nor of course ever can be; for all the elect, when turned from darkness to light by a divine power, are kept by the same power through faith unto salvation. God grant she may be found to stand as a pillar in the temple of God, and go no more out for ever. O how this people are longing for a visit from the Doctor! They are waiting as the thirsty land does for the rain. But the Father of all our mercies has the total direction of his people's hearts; and when there is work for him to do there, then the Lord will send him thither. There called at M. B—-'s on the Sunday that we were there, two or three very pice people, who seemed to be sweetly bound up in the bundle of life with the Lord our God. From G. we went to York, and thence to Leeds, where we stopped five days. The night before we left this bustling place a tradesman, who often visits my friend, got to talking upon different things, and my mentioning somewhat about the Bible, I forget what, I suppose he thought I had got a little bit of religion of some sort or other like himself, and, knowing I was from London, he looked me in the face, and said, “Did you ever hear old Huntington preach in London?' • Hear old Iluntington,' says I; “Yes, that I have; I have sat under his ministry upwards of seventeen years.' 'Aye; have you?' and replied, 'I have seen two or three pieces, that a man has in this place, wrote by him, and I like them so much that I would go with a deal of pleasure thirty or forty miles to hear him.' I put my hand in my pocket, and gave him the two last pieces of the Doctor's, and I was to go with him the next day to hear the man they attend. We called on a friend by the way, and a precious soul he appears; looks and talks like an Israelite indeed, in whom is no guile. It is this man that has half a dozen of the Doctor's pieces, a list of which I made him give me. We went to hear the man. But, alas! there was nothing but great swelling words of vanity, not Jesus Christ, in all the sermon. They asked me how I liked him. I told them I believed that he was in a dismal state of blindness and ignorance; at least he had not let his light shine before men at that time. And he does not appear to furnish the head much; and as for the heart, I am sure he is not wise enough yet to understand that, either as deceitful above all things and desperately wicked, or as the palace of the king of grace, much less as having Christ in it the hope of glory. When we parted the next day I thought they would have shook my arm off; and the old gentleman with much sincerity said, “Though I never saw you before I love you, and I love Mr. Huntington dearly too.' Blessed be God for every door that he has set before me for the spread of his servant's works; for I have lived to see them blessed; and they shall be blessed, because God will ever give testimony to the word of his own grace. When I mentioned my purpose of sending them some, they seemed to be afraid of divisions, as Mr. Huntington is