account they must be watched over with the more care, being equally susceptible of good and ill impressions.

Tuesday 18, I was informed, that Mr. Latrobe, the Moravian Preacher, had read in his pulpit, part of the Short View of the Difference between the Moravians and Methodists, with the addition of many bitter words. Herein he did us, unawares, a signal favour: giving an authentic proof that we have nothing to do with them.

Friday 21, I was desired to see the town and the College. The town has scarce any public building, except the Parliament-house, which is not at all remarkable. The Churches are poor and mean, both within and without. St. Stephen'sgreen might be made a beautiful place, being abundantly larger than Lincoln's-Inn-Square. But the houses round about it (besides that some are low and bad,) are quite irregular, and unlike each other. And little care is taken of the Green itself, which is as rough and uneven as a

common.

The College contains two little quadrangles, and one about as large as that of New College in Oxford. There is likewise a bowling-green, a small garden, and a little park; and a new built handsome library.

I expected we should have sailed on Saturday 22, but no packet-boat was come in. In order to make the best of our time, I preached this day at noon as well as in the evening. It was not for nothing that our passage was delayed. Who knows what a day may bring forth?

Sunday 23, The Room was so crowded in the morning, that I thought it best to begin before the usual time in the evening. Yet were a multitude of people got together, in the house, yard, and street, far more than my voice could reach. I cried aloud to as many of them as could hear, All things are ready: come ye to the marriage. I had then delivered my message. So before ten we took boat, and about eleven reached the ship.

The wind was right a-head. Then succeeded a dead calm. So that we did not get out of the bay till Monday evening, nor within sight of Wales till Wednesday 26. By

this mean we had an opportunity of talking largely both with our fellow-passengers and the sailors, many of whom received our words with gladness. About two in the afternoon we landed at Holyhead. Between three and four we took horse, and came in the evening to Thomas Thomas's, near Ryd-y-Spardon. He had before desired Jonathan Reeves to call there in his return. But we were at a great loss, none in the house understanding English, and none of us understanding Welsh; till Mr. Morgan, a neighbouring schoolmaster came, who took us to his own house; and in the morning, Thursday 27, rode with us to the Passage. We reached Caernarvon before ten, Tannabull in the evening, and Lanidlos, Friday 28.

Saturday 29, About noon we came to Builth. At three I preached in the main street, and at Garth in the evening, where I met my brother, going to Ireland.

Sunday 30, He preached at Builth about nine. Thence we went to Maesmynis' Church. But it would not near contain the congregation: so that I was constrained to preach in the Church-yard. Thence I rode to Lansenfried. Here also the Church not being able to hold the people, I came out to a large tombstone, under a shady tree, and proclaimed the Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ.

One of the audience pressed me much to preach at Clero; telling me Mr. J. had often said, "I should be welcome to his pulpit." Monday 31, I rode thither and called on Mr. J. But (as I supposed it would) his heart failed. I preached in a large smooth meadow, on Christ our wisdom, righteousness, sanctification, and redemption. And a multitude of people were gathered from all parts, though on so short a warning.

We set out early, September 1, and after a short stop near Crickhowell, aimed at the nearest way, over the mountains, to Cardiff. But it was near four in the afternoon before we could reach a little village at the foot of the hills called Risca. The people at the inn here were civil above measure; particularly, a young, genteel man, who

was son to the woman of the house, and lived at a small distance from it. He rode with us two miles, to shew us the nearest way, and desired, if we came again, we would lodge at his house. The reason of all this kindness was, that a year or two ago, he had heard me preach at Bristol.

I reached Cardiff between seven and eight, and immediately went to the Room. My strength just lasted till I had done preaching. I was then quite ready to lie down and rest.

Wednesday 2, I spent some time with T. Prosser, who had filled the society with vain janglings. I found the fault lay in his head rather than his heart; he is a honest, well-meaning man: but no more qualified either by nature or grace to expound Scripture than to read Lectures in Logic and, Algebra.

Yet even men of sense have taken this dull mystical man to be far deeper than he is. And it is very natural so to do. If we look into a dark pit, it seems deep; but the darkness only makes it seem so. Bring the light, and we shall see it is very shallow.

In the evening I preached at Fonmon. But the congregation being larger than the chapel would contain, I was obliged to preach in the court. I was myself much comforted, in comforting the weary and heavy-laden.

Friday 4, There was a very large congregation at Cardiff Castle-yard in the evening. I afterwards met the society, spoke plainly to them, and left them once more in peace.

Saturday 5, In my road to Bristol I read over Q. Curtius, a fine writer, both as to thought and language. But what a hero does he describe? Whose murder of his old friend and companion Clitus (though not done of a sudden, as is commonly supposed, but deliberately, after some hours consideration, ) was a virtuous act in comparison of his butchering poor Philotas, and his good old father Parmenio. Yet even this was a little thing, compared to the thousands and ten thousands he slaughtered, both in battle, and in and after taking cities, for no other crime than defending their

wives and children. I doubt whether Judas claims so hot a place in hell as Alexander the Great.

Thursday 10, I preached at Bath about noon, and in the evening at Bearfield. Friday 11, we rode to Reading; Mr. Richards, a tradesman in the town, came to our inn, and intreated me to preach at a room which he had built for that purpose; I did so at six in the morning, and then rode on. It rained all the way till we came to London.

Saturday 19, Mrs. Baddiley desired me to go up to her son, who had been out of order for some days. For one or two years he was a pattern to all the family, till he began to converse more with some good sort of men. He then grew cooler and cooler in the ways of God, and in a few months quitted the society, resolving, he said, to "keep to his church, and live a sober life, and that was enough." That was too much in a little time. He grew tired of his church too, and dropped that and sobriety together. He his mother informed me, dead as a stone to all the things of God. I spake a few words, and went to prayer. And God broke his heart. He continued weeping and praying all the day, and all the night, and at six in the morning fell asleep.

was now,

Tuesday 22, I rode to Shoreham, where I preached every morning in the house, and every evening in the Church. But the season for fruit is not yet.

Sunday 27, I preached in Moorfields, morning and evening, and continued so to do till November. I know no church in London (that in West-street excepted) where there is so serious a congregation.

Monday 28, I talked with one, who a little time before was so overwhelmed with affliction, that she went out one night to put an end to it all, by throwing herself into the New River. As she went by the Foundery (it being a watchnight) she heard some people singing. She stopped and went in she listened awhile, and God spake to her heart. She had no more desire to put an end to her life, but to die to sin and live to God.

Tuesday 29, I retired to Mrs. Sparrow's, at Lewisham, where also I preached every evening.

Saturday, October 3, I returned to London. In the evening I buried a young man, who had but lately known God. But from that time, he had lived much in a little space. His soul was clouded at the beginning of his illness, but the clouds soon vanished away, and he continued in the calm joy of faith, till his spirit returned to God.

Friday 9, We had a watch-night at the chapel. Being weak in body, I was afraid I could not go through it. But the longer I spoke, the more strength I had; insomuch, that at twelve o'clock all my weariness and weakness were gone, and I was as one refreshed with wine.

The former part of the next week, and of some others, I spent at Newington and Lewisham in writing. Friday 16, I went with two or three friends, to see what are called, The Electrical Experiments. How must these also confoundthose poor half-thinkers, who will believe nothing but what they can comprehend. Who can comprehend how fire lives in water, and passes through it as freely as through air? How flame issues out of my finger, real flame, such as sets fire to spirits of wine? How these and many more as strange phænomena arise from the turning round a glass globe? It is all mystery: if happily, by any means, God may hide pride from man!

Tuesday 20, I read Dr. Doddridge's Account of Colonel Gardiner. And what matters it, whether his soul was set at liberty by a fever, or a lochaber axe; seeing he is gone to God.

Thursday 29, T. C., who had been with the brethren some years, desired to speak with me. He said, "He could find no rest any where else, and was constrained to return where he was first called." I believe he obeyed that conviction for a month. Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel.

Monday, November 2, I preached at Windsor at noon, and in the afternoon rode to Reading. Mr. J. R. had just sent his brother word, "That he had hired a mob to pull