ing we came to Tolcarn. Hearing the mob was rising again, I began preaching immediately. I had not spoke a quarter of an hour, before they came in view. One Mr. Trounce rode up first, and began speaking to me, wherein he was roughly interrupted by his companions. Yet as I stood on a high wall, and kept my eyes upon them, many were softened, and grew calmer and calmer: which some of their champions observing, went round and suddenly pushed me down. I lit on my feet, without any hurt, and finding myself close to the warmest of the horsemen, I took hold of his hand and held it fast, while I expostulated the case. As for being convinced, he was quite above it. How ever, both he and his fellows grew much milder, and we parted very civilly.

Monday 8, I preached at five, on Watch and pray, to a quiet and earnest congregation. We then rode to St. Ives, the most still and honourable post (so are the times changed!) which we have in Cornwall.

Tuesday 9, I had just begun preaching at St. Just, when Mr. E. came once more, took me by the hand, and said, "I must go with him." To avoid making a tumult, I went. He said, "I had promised last week, not to come again to St. Just for a month." I absolutely denied the having made any such promise. After about half an hour, he handed me back to my inn.

Wednesday 10, In the evening I began to expound (at Trevouan, in Morva) Ho! every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters. In less than a quarter of an hour, the Constable and his companions came, and read the proclamation against riots. When he had done, I told him, "We will do as you require; we will disperse within an hour," and went on with my sermon. After preaching I had designed to meet the society alone. But many others also followed with such earnestness, that I could not turn them back. So I exhorted them all, to love their enemies, as Christ hath loved us. They felt what was spoken. Cries and tears were on every side; and all could bear witness,

"Even now the Lord doth pour

The blessing from above;
A kindly, gracious shower

Of heart-reviving love."

Thursday 11, I found some life even at Zunnor, and on Friday 12, at Gulval. Saturday 13, I met the stewards of all the societies at St. Ives, and preached in the evening at Gwenap without interruption. Sunday 14, at eight, I preached at Stithians, and earnestly exhorted the society, "Not to think of pleasing men, but to count all things loss, so that they might win Christ." Before I had done, the constables and churchwardens came, and pressed one of the hearers for a soldier.

Monday 15, Mr. Bennet met us at Trewint, and told us, Francis Walker had been driven thence, and had since been an instrument of great good, wherever he had been. Indeed, I never remember so great an awakening in Cornwall wrought in so short a time, among young and old, rich and poor, from Trewint quite to the sea-side.

I preached between four and five, and then went on to Laneast church, where I read prayers, and preached, on There is no condemnation to them that are in Christ Jesus. O how pleasant a thing is even outward peace! What would not a man give for it, but a good conscience!

Tuesday 16, I read prayers at five, and preached in Tresmere church. About three I preached in St. Mary Week church, on Repent ye, and believe the Gospel. Between six and seven I began reading prayers at Timerton, where I preached, on John iv. 24. Wednesday 17, I rode to Mr. Thompson's, near Barnstaple, and the next evening to Minehead. Early, on Friday 19, we went on board, and in about four hours crossed the channel and reached Fonmon.

We were here, as it were, in a new world, in peace, and honour, and abundance. How soon should I melt away in this sunshine! But the goodness of God suffers it not. In the morning I rode to Cardiff, where also there had been much disturbance; but now all was calm. I preached

there in the evening. God gave a blessing with his word, and we greatly rejoiced before him.

Sunday 21, I preached at Cardiff at five, and at Wenvo, morning and afternoon. In the evening I preached again at Cardiff in the Castle-yard, on Great is the mystery of godliness. I never saw such a congregation in Wales before and all behaved as men fearing God.

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Monday 22, I preached at half an hour after four, and then set out with Mr. Hodges, rector of Wenvo, for Garth; Mr. Philips guided us till he thought all the difficulty was over. But it proved otherwise; for almost as soon as he left us, the night coming on, we got out of the road, and might very probably have wandered till day-light, had not a gentleman met us, and rode out of his way to shew us to Mr. Gwynne's house.

Tuesday 23, I preached about noon at Maesmennys to a larger congregation than the church could contain. About three I preached at Builth. Five clergymen of us were present, two Justices of Peace, and well nigh all the grown people in the town. I had not known so solemn a season

before, since we came into Wales.

Wednesday 24, I preached at Builth again, and afterwards at Maesmennys. Thence Mr. Philips rode with us to Landdu Church, where I preached at six to a small serious congregation. And the next evening, Thursday 25, I came back safe, blessed be God to Bristol.

I found both my soul and body much refreshed in this peaceful place. Thursday, August 1, and the following days, we had our second conference with as many of our brethren that labour in the word as could be present.

During my stay here, I took the opportunity of visiting the little societies round Bristol, in Wiltshire, and Somersetshire.

Monday 12, I was desired to read over my old friend Anthony Purvor's Essay toward a New Translation of the Bible. But how was I disappointed! I found the text flat and dead, much altered indeed, but commonly for the

worse: and the notes merely critical, dull, and dry, without any unction, or spirit, or life.

I had now leisure to look over the letters I had received this summer; some extracts of which are here subjoined:

"REV. SIR,

"LONDON, MAY 25, 1745.

"MARY COOK, who had been ill for above six months, grew much worse a week or two ago. She had been long remarkably serious, and greatly desirous of knowing her interest in Christ; but then her desires were much increased, and she had no rest in her spirit, but cried unto him day and night. On Monday last she mourned more than ever, and would not be comforted. Then she lay still awhile, and on a sudden broke out,

'Praise God from whom pure blessings flow.'

"Her mother asked her the cause of this. She said, 'O mother, I am happy, I am happy. I shall soon go to heaven;' and many more words she spoke to the same effect. I called upon her a few hours after, and found her still in a settled peace. She told me, I am assured of God's love to my soul. I am not afraid to die. I know the Lord will take me to himself; Lord, hasten the time. I long to be with thee." On Tuesday and Wednesday she spoke little, being exceeding weak, but continued instant in prayer. On Wednesday about noon, she desired her mother to get her up into the chair, which she did. A little before three, her mother holding her in her arms, she desired her to let her go. Then placing herself upright in the chair, with her hands laid in her lap, and a calm majesty in her countenance, she said, 'Lord, receive my soul,' and expired."

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BRISTOL, JUNE 6, 1745. "I have delivered another of my charge to the Lord. On Saturday night, Molly Thomas was taken home. She was always constant in the use of all the means, and behaved well, both at home and abroad. After she was taken

ill, she was distressed indeed, between the pain of her body, and the anguish of her soul. But where is all pain gone when Jesus comes? when he manifests himself to the heart? In that hour she cried out, Christ is mine! I know my sins are forgiven me.' Then she sung praise to Him that had loved her, and bought her with his own blood. The fear of death was gone, and she longed to leave her father, her mother, and all her friends. She said, I am almost at the top of the ladder. Now I see the towers before me, and a large company coming up behind me. I shall soon go. "Tis but for Christ to speak the word, and I am gone. I only wait for that word, Rise up, my love, and come away.'

"When they thought her strength was gone, she broke out again,

Christ hath the foundation laid,
And Christ shall build me up:
Surely I shall soon be made
Partaker of my hope.
Author of my faith He is;

He its finisher shall be:
Perfect love shall seal me his

To all eternity.'

"So she fell asleep. O Lord, my God, glory be to Thee for all things. I feel such desires in my soul after God, that my strength goes away. I feel there is not a moment's time to spare; and yet how many do I lose! Lord Jesus, give me to be more and more diligent and watchful in all things. It is no matter to me how I was an hour ago. Is my soul now waiting upon God? O that I may in all things, and through all things, see nothing but Christ! O that when he comes, he may find me watching! S. C."

"DEAR SIR,

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JUNE 27, 1745.

"I sat up with Isaac Kilby three nights, and being greatly comforted by many of his expressions, I believed it would not be losing time to set a few of them down.