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hind: The blood of Christ is sufficient for you all.” A relation coming to see him, he earnestly intreated her to turn to the Lord: adding, “ I know what it is to die in our fins; though I did not really die, yet I knew no other but that I was just dropping into Hell; the pain of body and a wounded conscience which I felt, gave me a taste and an earnest of the bitter pains of eternal Death: and yesterday, I thought, I was entering heaven; but the Lord strengthened this dying body, and has enabled me once more to speak to my dear friends." He continued exhorting those who came to see him from morning to night, so that his little strength was well nigh exhausted; he breathed with difficulty, and at last fainted and remained speechless for some time. When one saying, He is dying, he smiled again and again, and was heard to say, " It is sweet; it is sweet." Recovering his speech, he cried out, “ O praise the Lord, for he hath done all things well.” He continued all night in this happy frame, often repeating, “It is sweet; it is sweer." · Next day being Sunday, many friends came to see him, and he was strengthened in a wonderful manner both in body and mind, to warn the careless, encourage the mourners, and testify to the children of God, the great things he had done for his soul, in a compassionate and affectionate manner. After being refreshed a little, he broke out in a rapture of joy, and said, “O blessed Jesus, ihou art altogether lovely, and the chief among ten thousand : Every thing is ioo mean to be compared to thee."

On Monday morning at one o'clock I was called up, he had just fainted, but was reviving again. I said, Thou has now got another · Itruggle over. He answered, “ I have no pain; I am all in a flame of love; I have got this night sweetly over; and when I think that the few hours the Lord is pleased to continue me in the body, will not shorten my eternity of bliss, it fills my mind with inexpressable joy and felicity.” He added, “ Thou hast my heart, thou lovely Jesus ; and had I ten thousand, thou art worthy of them all. I am willing to die ten thousand deaths, or to suffer any thing for him who has done so much for me. O that I could but sing his praise. Well, though I cannot do it here, I shall, by and by, join the heavenly choir and with them sing of his redeeming love to all Eternity.” At five o'clock in the morning, he said, “ By to morrow at this time I shall be in Heaven. I have been failing on the eastern and western ocean, and I always promised myself happiness at the place of our destination, and was always disappointed of my expectation : but now I am making a voyage to the Land of Canaan the New Jerusalem above, and shall enter the desired port in the course of a few days, and am sure of happiness; there all labour, pain, and forrow, shall be done away for ever. () glorious prospect! My foul would now mount up and enter into the promised Land. Well, a few more hours, and my happy spirit shall leave this feeble body, and find it a glorious body at the last day. Come, my dear father, double your diligence, loiter no longer, press forward; you see


what the Lord can do in a little time; and your time, by the course of years, cannot be lorg ; hold out to the end, and we shall meet in heaven; it will heighten my happiness to welcome you all there.''

In the course of this day, a neighbour came to see him who had some time been afflicted with a lingering illness, and wbo is now in Eternity, to whom he spoke in a very earnest manner, as one that longed for his salvation; he warned him of his danger, and exhorted him to flee from the wrath to come; and then added, “ Death to me is the most welcome messenger. I feel I can love the Lord with all my heart, and I long to be with him whom my foul loveth.” In speaking of the goodness of God, he spent most part of the night, and when the clock ftruck twelve, he faid, “ This has been the happiest night I ever had : now the blessed morning is come in which I shall go to my blessed Jesus : He hath done all things well; O praise him.” When his speech failed, he smiled and looked upwards; then he looked at me, and again he turned his eyes upwards, and took hold of my hand, as if he would point me to some object. He endeavoured to speak, but could only say, “ Father, see! see!" and suddenly his face shined as if a divine ray of heavenly light rested upon him, which continued for fix or seven minutes, he then began to speak and said, “Father, I have been in heaven; I have been in heaven; I have seen my Jesus ; and all happy souls.” As his mouth seemed dry, I offered him a little wine and water, but he turned his head aside and said, “ No, no, father, I thank you for all your kindness, I will drink no more of the fruit of the vine below ; I only want to see my uncle." His uncle being come, he said to him, “ I have been in heaven, and all is well ; it is finished! I can speak no more." He repeatedly smiled; and while his uncle was praying the Lord to send a convoy of Angels to carry his soul to Abraham's Bosom, his happy spirit took its flight, on Tuesday morning at 4 o'clock, May 22,1793. At his request, Mr. Hopkins preached a funeral Sermon from Mark vii. 37. “ He hath done all things well;" which

words he often repeated with great satisfaction during his affliction, · The congregation was large, and I trust few were unaffected. I : pray that my last end may be like his. JOHN SINCLAIR,

Fryup-Dale, July 12, 1793.

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To the Hon. Mrs. C.

Cross Hall, Yorkshire, Dec. 26, 1781. My very dear Friend, V OUR favour of the 4th instant did not reach me until a con

1 siderable time after date, through my being still absent from Madeley ; a clergyman of this neighbourhood having made an exchange with me, to facilitate my settling some affairs of a tempo


ral nature in this county. The kind part you take in my happiness demands my warmest' thanks; and I beg you will accept them multiplied by those, which my dear partner presents to you. Yes, my dear friend, I am married in my old age, and have a new opportunity of considering a great mystery, in the most perfect type of our Lord's mystical union with his church. I have now a new call to pray for a fulness of Christ's holy, gentle, meek, loving Spirit, that I may love my wife, as he loved his Spouse, the Church. But the emblem is greatly deficient: the Lamb is worthy of his spouse, and more than worthy, whereas I must acknowledge myself unworthy of the yoke.fellow, whom heaven has reserved for me. She is a person after my own heart ; and I make no doubt we shall increase the number of the happy marriages in the Church Militant. Indeed they are not so many, but it may be worth a Christian's while to add one more to the number. God declared it was not good, that man, a social being, should live alone, and therefore he gave him a for him : for the same reason our Lord sent forth his disciples two and two. Had I searched the three kingdoms, I could not have found one brother willing to share gratis my weal, woe, and labours, and complai{ant enough to unite his fortunes to mine; but God has found me a partner, a filer, a wife, to use St. Paul's language, who is not afraid to face with me the Colliers and Bargemen of my Parish, until death part us.

Buried together in our country village, we shall help one ano. ther to trim our lamps, and wait, as I trust you do continually, for the coming of the heavenly Bridegroom. Well; for us the heavenly child is born, to us a double son is given, and with him the whole kingdom of grace and glory. O my dear friend, let us press into, and meet in both of these kingdoms. Our Surety and Saviour is the way and the door into them; and blesed be free grace, the way. is free, as the King's highway, and the door open, like the arms of Jesus crucified.

January ift, 1782. I live, blessed be God, to devote myself again to his blessed service in this world, or in the next, and to wish my dear friends all the blessings of a year of Jubilee. Whatever this year bring forth, may it bring us the fullest measures of salvation attainable on earth, and the most complete preparation for heaven. I have a solemn call to gird my loins and keep my lamp burning. Strangely restored to health and strength con. sidering my years, by the good nursing of my dear partner ; I ventured to preach of late as often as I did formerly, and after having read prayers and preached twice on Christmas day, &c, I did, last Sunday what I had never done, ---- I continued doing duty from ten till past four in the afternoon, owing to chriftenings, churchings, and the facrament, which I administered to a church full of people ; so that I was obliged to go from the communion table to begin the evening service, and then to visit fome sick. This has brought back upon me one of my old, dangerous fymp


s in our cod, and areas and death, healent res

toms, so that I had fla:tered myself in vain, to do the whole duty of my own Parish. My dear wife is nursing me with the tenderest care, gives me up to God with the greatest resignation, and helps me to rejoice, that life and death, health and sickness, work all for our good, and are all ours, as blessed instruments to forward us in our journey to heaven. We intend to set out for Madeley to morrow. The prospect of a winter's journey is not sweet; but the prospect of meeting you and your dear sister, and Lady Mary, and Mrs. L. and Mrs. G. and all our other companions in tribulation in heaven, is delightful. The Lord prepare and fit us for that glorious meeting! As foon as I reach Madeley, I shall write to Lady Mary. Give my belt respects to her, to our dear fifter, and to the ladies I have just named ; and believe me to be, my dear friend and fellow traveller to Zion, your molt obliged and affectionate servant,

J. F. P. S. If Lady Huntingdon is in London, I would beg you to present my duty to her, with my best wishes. To the Right Hon. Lady MARY FITZGERALD.

Madeley, Jan. 1782. T Thank you, my Lady, for your kind congratulations on my 1 marriage. The Lord has indeed blessed me with a Partner after my own heart ;-dead to the world, and wanting, as well as myself, to be filled with all the life of God. She joins me in dutiful thanks to your Ladyship, for your obliging remembrance of her in your kind letter, and will help me to welcome you to the little hermitage we spoke of last year in London, if your Ladyfhip's health or taste, should call you to retire for a while from the hurry of the Town.

What a difference between the court of the King of kings, and that of King George! How peaceable the former, how full of hurry the latter! The Prince himself welcomes us, and manifefts himself to us, as Prince of Peace, as Emmanuel, God with us. He will even bring his kingdom, and keep his court in our hearts,

if we open them, by the attention and recollection of faith : He .. will even fup with us, and make us taste the sweetness of that

bread, which came down from heaven, and the virtue of the blood, which cleanses from all sin. That this may be our constant expérience, and that of our dear companions in tribulation in St. James's place, is the fincere and frequent wish of, My Lady, Your most obliged and obedient servant,

J. F. To the Right Hon. Lady MARY FITZGERALD. My honoured Friend,

Madeley, August 28, 1782. N RACE, Mercy, and humble love, be multiplied to you,

U from God our Father and from our Lord Jesus Chrift, through the eternal Spirit ; in whose name we were baptized into the body of the Church, the Spouse of the Son of God. The


Lord has peculiar favours in store for your lady ship, and for me ; the proof is, that we are aflicted. Have you been in a weak state of healih? I have had the honour to drink of your cup: the ina fluenza has laid me down, but the Lord has raised me in again; and “when I was parily well, I broke my fhin üccidentally (should I not fay providentially) again it a bench, and the consequence was my being confined by a bad leg to my bet, whence I write those lines. O may they he lines of consolation to my dear friend! May the God of all grace, who comforts uitworthy me, rejoice your oppressed heart, and make it overflow with his pa. tient love, and lan&tifying truth.

You still complain of vile self: I wish you jov, for your knowing your enemy. Let vile self be reduced to order, and, though he be a bad master, he will become an excellent servant. If you say, “How shall I do this?" I reply, by letting the Lord, the Maker, the Preserver, the Redeemer, the Lover of your soul, ascend upon the throne of your thoughts, will, and affections. Who deserves to engross and fill them beiter than he does ? Is he not your first Lord, your best Husband, your most faithful Friend, and your greatest Benefactor ?: If yoụ say, “I do not see him ; ” I reply, that you never saw the soul of any of your, Friends ; ----- nor do you see even the body of him you call your idol. O!, allow Jehovah, the Supreme Being, to be to you, what he deserves to be, all in all. One lively act of faith, one assent and consent to this delightful truth, that your Father, who is in heaven, loves you a thousand times more than you love your idol, (for God's Love is like himself, infinite and boundless) will set your heart at liberty, and even make it dance for joy. What, if to this ravishing consideration, you add the transporting truth, that the Son of God, fairer than the sons of men, and brighter than angels, has loved you unto death, ---- to the death, of the cross, and loves you still, more than all your friends do, were theiț love collected into one heart ; could you help thinking, with a degree of joyous gratitude, of such an instance of divine condescension ? No, your vile self would be enobled, raised, expanded, and set at liberty, by this evangelical thoughı; and if you did not destroy this divine conception, if you nourished this little degree of the love of Christ,--Emmanuel, the God of love, would be more fully manifested in you, and salvation would from this moment grow in your soul. Jesus would grow in your bem lieving, loving heart; self would be no.body, and Emmanuel would be all in all. Let Christ by the incorruptible seed of the word, be formed in you through faith; and you will be so taken up by this wonder of divine love, so employed in praising your Father's mercy, and Saviour's love and tenderness, that you will have but little time to speak either of good or bad felf. When felf is forgotten as nothing before God, you put self in its proVOL. XIX. May, 1796.

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