my chamber, where I threw myself upon my knees and wept bitterly. I thought "Sin, curfed fin will be my ruin." I was ready to tear the very hair from my head, thinking I must perifh at last, and that my fins would fink me lower than the grave. While I was in this agony in my chamber about noon, the landlady came into it, as fhe was paffing into her own, and found me upon my knees. I was not in the least afhamed. She faid nothing to me then; but at night took me to talk, and afked me if I was a Wefleyan, or Whitfieldite? I faid," Madam what do you mean? do you reproach me because I pray! because I pray!" She paufed. I faid again, "Madam do you never pray to God? I think I never faw you at church, or any place of worship, these ten weeks I have been at your houfe." She answered, " No, the parson and I have quarrelled, and therefore I do not chufe to go to hear him." I replied, "A poor excufe, madam! and will you alfo quarrel with God?" Wherever I travelled, I found the Methodists were every where spoken against, by wicked and ungodly perfons of every denomination; and the more I looked into the Bible, I was convinced that they were the people of God. Our next route was to Dover, where we tarried a month, Here the foldiers laughed me out of the little form of prayer I had; for, I used always to kneel down by the bed fide before I got into it. This form I dropped, and only said my prayers in bed. Our next remove was to Gainsborough, Lincolnshire, where we abode the winter, and in fpring went to Epworth, in which place I was discharged.. Soon after my arrival at home, feveral young perfons seemed extremely glad to see me, and proposed a dance, to express their joy at our first meeting. Though I was not fond of this, yet to oblige them, I complied, much against my conscience. We danced until break of day, and as I was walking from the tavern to my father's house (about an hundred yards) a thought came to my mind "What have I been doing this night, ferving the the devil!" I confidered, what it had coft me; and upon the whole, I thought the ways of the devil are more expenfive than the ways of the Lord. It will coft a man more to damn his foul than to fave it." I had not walked many steps farther, before' fomething spoke to my heart "remember thy promife," immediately it came ftrongly into my mind, it is now a year ago fince that promife was made "If thou wilt fpare me until I get Home, I will ferve thee." Then that paffage of Solomon came to my mind, "When thou voweft a vow unto God, defer not to pay it, for he hath no pleasure in fools; pay that thou voweft." I thought, "I will., I will ferve the devil no more." But then it was fuggefted to my mind, "Stay another year, until thou art married, and fettled in the world, and then thou mayeft be religious." That was directly followed with "If I do, God will furely cut me off, and fend my foul to hell, after fo folemn a vow made." From that time I never danced more, but immediately began to feek happiness in God. A circumftance happened, which tended to fix me in this refolution. Before I went into the militia, I was fomewhat engaged to a young woman that lived in Nottinghamshire; and when I was at Manchester I wrote to her; but received no anfwer, which much furprized me. After I returned home, I went to see her, but found fhe was dead and buried. This fhocked me very much. I defired a friend to fhew me the place where she was interred. When I came to it and was mufing, I turned my eye to the left hand, and faw a new ftone with this infcription, "In bloom of youth into this town I came, Reader, repent; thy lot may be the fame." I felt, as if something thrilled through me; I read and wept, and read and wept again. I looked at the ftone, and under food it was a young woman, aged twenty-one. Upon enquiry I found fhe had made great preparations, in gay clothing, in VOL. XIII. order K order to have a good dance, as she called it, at the fair held here. She talked much of the pleasure the expected, before, the time came. At laft it arrived, and as fhe was tripping over the room with her companions, until twelve o'clock at night, fhe was fuddenly taken ill. And behold! how unexpected! O! how unwelcome! Death ftruck her. She was put immediately to bed, and never left it, until brought to this spot to be buried. No one can conceive how I felt, while I was meditating on the death of these two young women. The one I had tenderly loved. The other, although a stranger to me, had lived about two miles from the place of my nativity. Well, thought I, a little while ago these were talking, walking, pieces of clay, like myself; but now they are gone to visit the house appointed for all living. I wept, and turned my back; but I never forgot that call to the day of my converfion to God. [To be continued.] An Account of the Death of Mrs. DOROTHY WRIGHT, in a Letter to the Rev. J. WESLEY. 1. [Written by her Husband.] Rev. and dear Sir, YOU You will, I doubt not, excufe my not giving you some short account of my dear partner fooner; as I find it no eafy matter to do it even now. About fifteen years ago her uncle, George Gibbon, brought her from Lumley in the county of Durham, then a dark place, to a kind friend's houfe in Yorkshire; where it pleafed God to awaken her the first time the heard me preach. After a fevere conflict, which lafted fome months, the Lord fet her clearly at liberty whilft at private prayer, and gave her a fense of forgivenefs. Being of a delicate habit, and of exquifite feelings, the The fuffered much from various quarters; and had many trials from her carnal relations. This partly induced me, after three years acquaintance, to take her into my care; and I blefs God, I never had any reafon to repent of my choice; for he did me good and not evil, all the days of her life. I believe thofe that knew her, faw the had wisdom far beyond her years. A little before her marriage, fhe had fuch discoveries of the love of God, as fhe never felt before; and I hope fome in Macclesfield do not forget her fervency and artless fimplicity, while fhe poured out her ardent foul in fupplications with the fick, and alfo with those who were well. But her fympathy was fo ftrong, that he was obliged to decline vifiting fome of the fick, being frequently ill for hours after seeing them. Indeed I often thought, that by her deadness to this world, fhe was not long to be an inhabitant of it; for, many times fhe gave away her laft fixpence, or borrowed to fend to the poor and fick. Thus her love to her Redeemer was feen in her tenderness to his diftreft members. Nothing gave her fuch pleasure as the profperity of Sion; and nothing fuch grief, as the defection or lukewarmness of those who profeffed to be the followers of Chrift. She was a fimple open hearted Methodist; and one, more free from the selfish paffions is feldom found. She would often fay to me, when leaving any place, "if we do not leave this house and furniture, &c. better, if poffible, than we found them; how do we love our neighbour as ourselves ?" As fhe had uncommon communion with God in his word and ordinances; so she had the most exquifite delight in seeing him in his works. Whether the walked the fandy beach, the pebbly fhore, or frayed among the rude rocks by the fea fide; or viewed the mountains and vales, the trees, woods and fields, birds or flowers, all excited her wonder, love, and praife. She was, indeed, one of them, of whom the poet says, K 2 "Blows "Blows not a flowéret, in thẻ enamelled vale, Shines not a pebble, where the riv'let strays, But. claims their wonder, and excites their praife." And frequently, while we rode by a fine feat fhe would fay, "In pleasures, the rich man's poffeffions convey, For every fair object my eyes can furvey, Yet alas! it too frequently happens, that where the perception of pleature is exquifite, so is that of pain; and she was indeed a child of pain, feldom a day or an hour without it; but fhe would fay, without affectation, "I would not be without one pain of my heavenly Father's sending; he cannot err, I must not choose," often finging Pain, my old companion pain, Seldom parted from my fide; Here, while God permits, abide." When he had any eafe, fhe was remarkably chearful. That was a favourite verfe of her's, especially in her laft illness, "In bleffing thee with grateful fongs, And often, while fhe had any ftrength, did fhe awaken herself, and her fifter, that flept with her, in finging praises to God her Redeemer. Although |