There is no rest in fighting and warring. I am constantly fighting, and you must fight, or God won't bless you. Those who are not actively engaged in this warfare, can't expect to share in the final triumphs. [Mr. B. then mentioned the great battle of Waterloo, when the destinies of two Empires and indeed of all continental Europe were at stake, &c. &c.]

So you see, my friends, that I have only taken your hearts right out, and held them up NAKED before you, and turned them over and over, that you might see them. There is no mystery-no charm, about this matter. You can all understand it. I do here, just as I did at Springfield, Acworth, Perkinsville and Grafton, where God poured out his holy Spirit with power, and Lawyers, Physicians, Merchants, Farmers, Mechanics, &c. were converted and enjoyed the hope of salvation in their souls. Was it not the work of the Holy Ghost there, or were these men of intellect and learning such fools as to come right forward and take the anxious seats and give their hearts to God, when it was the effect of mechanism and fanaticism, instead of the Spirit of God? Hark! look here,-I have seen men of the greatest intellect, Judges, and Senators, and Generals, and Colonels, and Captains, come and get down upon their knees and ask prayers of a feeble piece. of clay, and God Almighty sent the Holy Ghost right into their souls, and they were converted [slapping his hands together] in a moment. And just so it may be in Woodsteck, if the Church will rise and turn out the money changers and do her duty. She must pray, and agonize, and fight for the salvation of sinners. They know they are guilty and deserve to be sent to eternal hell, and they are looking to the Church of Christ for help. But what does she do for them? What has the Church in this place been doing for years past? Why, she has been saying, "Sinners, you may go to hell, if you please, for I won't offer one sincere prayer for your salvation."

You see then, Sirs, that I have not come here to get up a revival or wake up sleepy christians; nor to get you into the fashions of other places;-nor to convert wealthy men to your Church to lighten your taxes;—nor to build up this Church to the exclusion of others-Episconalians. Methodists and Baptists;-nor to convert some

favorite persons, husband, wife, child, &c. nor to make you happy. Keep still there, young lads in the gallery; keep still, don't make a noise.

But lastly, for what intent should you have sent for me, to insure you a divine blessing? Well, I will come to the point, at once, it is this, to glorify God and vindicate the honor and majesty of his name from reproach. Now what is the divine glory? and how is God's name reproached?

I will illustrate. Suppose some celebrated personage -your President, or rather Buonaparte, has a son, who hears the name of his father defamed and disgraced. He is fired with indignation and anger, and says, I will vindicate my father's name from such vile reproach.

Or, to make it a little more plain-though I fear I have trespassed on your time-but if you will be still there in the galleries, I will close in a few moments,-to be more plain, suppose a great man comes from Berkshire County, and is held up as a candidate for some high office. He is highly esteemed for a while, and justly too; but standing in the way of some office-seekers, he is at length opposed and slandered,and his name is covered with deep reproach. He has a son, who hears all this; he is filled with holy wrath, and resolves on redeeming his father's good name from unmerited infamy. He goes to Berkshire County, gets certificates from the most respectable citizens-nay, calls a town or county meeting, and gets the testimony of the whole county, in proof of his father's good name. And now, hark! look here,-what would he do? What would he do! why he would seize the documents and return home as quick as possible-saying, I will defend my father's name from reproach. I will act for his glory. He comes, unfolds his scroll, reads his certificates, and says to his father's enemies,-There! you see I have redeemed the character of my father, his glory is untarnished.

And we must do the same for God, if you would have a revival. We must first redeem the glory of God-Jesus Master-who died on the cross. How is his name treated? Go into your streets, workshops and public houses, and hear what is said of him. He is blasphemed and disgraced continually, and his anger waxes hot, as in the days of Moses. When God was impatient to go down and destroy his stiff-necked people, Moses would prevent him

from sacrificing his glory,-but God says, [and this was acted out to a figure,] "Get out of my way, Moses! Let me alone! I am determined to send these abominable rebels to hell, where they ought to have been, long ago.Get out of my way, Moses, let me kill them." But Moses wrestled mightily with God, and reminded God of what he had done for his people, and what he had promised to do, and that it would be a blot upon his glory, if he should destroy them from the face of the earth; and Moses prevailed, and the divine honor was not tarnished. And so must you do, in Woodstock, if you would have the outpouring of the Holy Ghost. The Church must stand between an angry God and these poor hell-deserving sinners, who are provoking him to anger every moment of their lives. If the Church in this place, is as cold and formal, as many other Churches, I wonder that God has delayed his judgments so long. Hark! look here, young men in the galleries,-just keep still one moment longer, there is not a moment to lose; your souls must be saved now, or you are lost forever. You know there is an eternal hell, and you are looking to the Church for salvation. That's right, exactly right. The Church has not done her duty, or you would have been converted, years ago.

Brethren, we must come right to the throne of God, with pure hearts and motives, and say, "look right here into my heart, Lord Jesus Christ,-almighty bleeding Saviour, and scan my intensions." And now I solemnly declare I would'nt preach these things, if I did'nt believe them and know there is an eternal hell for the sinners of Woodstock. And I challenge God Almighty to look right into my soul and see if my motives are not pure; for God knows that I ought to be damn'd if I don't believe what I preach, and do all for the glory of God.

[Some irreverent, incoherent remarks followed, at the close, which I shall not commit to paper.]

REMARKS.

The reader will perceive that the foregoing discourse was "cunningly devised." Though somewhat severe, it included so many serious truths that the church-members cowered beneath it, with shame-facedness and confusion. No one, acquainted with the circumstances, could doubt

but that the speaker-to use his own words, had taken out their hearts, held them up, and turned them over before the eyes of the whole congregation. In other words, -Mr. B. had exposed the selfish, proselyting motives which actuated most of those people who had invited him to this place. So far as I can learn, they plead guilty to the several charges alleged against them, and received frequent chastisements with becoming submission.

This management was exactly calculated to take with the non-professing part of the audience. They were highly gratified. Many of them chuckled and laughed, saying, "How he does lash the White House Church? His home-thrusts make them wince. He does well; I like him for that. Let the fellow go on; he is managing better here, than he did at Windsor and other places". Such was the whisper and hum-buz of the promiscuous group.Seeing them thus deceived and cheerful, I was often reminded of the couplet,

"You laugh,-'tis well-the tale applied

Will make you laugh on 'tother side."

Very few were aware that the artful speaker was casting a mist before their eyes, to enlist them in his favor.As he told one of his friends at Windsor, he was "touching them with a feather." The multitude saw the bait floating, as it was thrown out, but not discovering the hook and line, seized it with avidity. Yes, some of them swallowed it, hook and all, as the result will show, and, in due time, "were drawn in" at the pleasure of "the angler."

The stratagem took admirably with the people belonging ot the several sects which were favorably noticed by Mr. Burchard. Those churches which were on the verge of a comfortless existence, thought well of a Presbyterian revivalist who was not a sectarian,but would assist in making converts for Episcopalians, Methodists and Baptists, as well as Congregationalists. It presented a fair opportunity for building up their parties. They had hopes of crushing the Universalist Society in its infancy, and dispersing the Christain Church in this place. Mr. Burchard had told them of the distribution which was made of his converts at Windsor, and elsewhere, and of the accessions

which were made to the Episcopalians, Baptists, and Methodists. What a strong inducement for them to come in, and share in the fruits of a revival! It does not seem to have occurred to the Episcopalians and others, that had Mr. B. announced his determination to labor excluclusively for the Congregationalists, the excitement would have been very limited. The other sects, taking up against him, his attempt would have been a failure. The deeprooted antipathy which existed between "the Episcopalians," and "the white house folks," would have been reanimated, and ten to one if Burchard could have remained in this place, carrying on his fanatical operations to the annoyance of the peace and good order of society, as many days, as he did weeks. He was aware of all this, and shaped his course accordingly. He enlisted all trinitarian believers in endless misery, if possible.

Again. Had Mr. B. excluded Episcopalians, where would he have found his hundred dollars per week, for saving immortal souls from the wrath of their God and Father. He knew where the amount of wealth was deposited. He knew whose names would exert the greatest influence when announced for special prayer, or cried off as hopeful converts. He knew full well that monied and influential men must be interested in the concern, or his pockets would not be lined with five, ten, twenty and fifty dollar bills. He remembered how the hundreds of dollars came flowing in, at Windsor, Springfield, Acworth, Perkinsville, Grafton, Chester, and numerous other places, the country over. He knew, too, that to call Mrs. Burchard an Episcopalian, would feather her nest, as well as his. The sum of FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS, less or more, could not be pocketed for four weeks labor, in this village, without some art and management. But the credulous souls were "caught napping" and did not discover the intrigue till it was too late to extricate themselves.

It will also be perceived by the foregoing discourse, that the preacher frequently alluded to his wonderful success in making converts of great names in other places. He was careful to mention "Judges," "Lawyers," "Physicians," &c. but said nothing about the multitude of giddy little children, the boys and girls, from 7 to 15 years old, who were the trophies of his wily impositions in sun