TO MR. MORGAN,

At the Timber Yard, Bunhill Row, London.

Lazonby, Sept. 8, 1809.

Beloved for Chrift and truth's fake,

You

ou have, no doubt, expected a letter from me before this, which must have tried what patience you have in poffeffion; and, if you are like me, you have not any to boast of. We had a profperous journey down, by the will of God. When we arrived at Stamford, where we meant to ftop all night, and go to the next day, it was fingular that the juftice and Mr. fhould both be on the top of the coach, and we within, and not know it till the coach drove into the inn-yard. They were on their return from meeting the Doctor in the isle of Ely, who I understand they left very well. We stopped at →→→ Friday, Saturday, and Sunday; and, as the juftice had parted with his houfe, nothing would do but we must stop at Mr.'s, whofe civility and attention were fuch as we fhall ever bear an affectionate remem

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brance of. Mrs. — was very ill, confined to her room; but I have had a letter from Mr. fince, and he informs me fhe is fomething better. Nothing would be heard but our stopping there a day or two on our return; and indeed it is greatly in favour of my little weak wife, as I should be afraid of undertaking the journey without stopping somewhere. During my stay with thefe choice friends a young lady was telling a circumftance of a poor woman in that neighbourhood whofe husband works for the juftice that was among the Arminians; and when the Doctor was down (it is now about two years ago) the found in her heart a firong defire to go and hear him; but, when he got to the chapel door, these words of Paul came to her mind, "Heaping to themselves teachers, having itching This caufed her to lofe this opportunity. Still fhe was determined to go, and she got in, and heard the next difcourfe, which was so bleffed to her foul that fhe declared fhe could have fallen down on her knees in the chapel and bleffed the Doctor in the name of the Lord; for he was so made manifeft in her confcience by God's truth entering her heart with power, that, when the got out, fhe declared that the Arminians were altogether in a delufion, and the left them from that day forward; and, though they compass her about like bees, it is to no purpose, nor of courfe ever can be; for all the elect, when

turned from darkness to light by a divine power, are kept by the fame power through faith unto falvation. God grant fhe may be found to stand as a pillar in the temple of God, and go no more out for ever. O how this people are longing for a vifit from the Doctor! They are waiting as the thirsty land does for the rain. But the Father of all our mercies has the total direction of his people's hearts; and when there is work for him to do there, then the Lord will fend him thither. There called at Mr.'s, on the Sunday that we were there, two or three very nice people, who seemed to be fweetly bound up in the bundle of life with the Lord our God. From we went to York, and t'ence to Leeds, where we stopped five days. The night before we left this bufiling place a tradesman, who often vifits my friend, got to talking upon different things, and my mentioning fomething about the Bible, I forget what, I fuppofe he thought I had got a little bit of religion of fome fort or other like himself, and, knowing I was from London, he looked me in the face, and said, "Did you ever hear old Huntington preach in London ?" "Hear old Huntington," fays I; "Yes, that I have; I have fat under his miniftry upwards of feventeen years."" Aye; have you?" and replied, "I have seen two or three pieces, that a man has in this place, wrote by him, and I like

them so much that I would go with a deal of pleasure thirty or forty miles to hear him." I put my hand in my pocket, and gave him the two laft pieces of the Doctor's, and I was to go with him the next day to hear the man they attend. We called on a friend by the way, and a precious foul he appears; looks and talks like an Ifraelite indeed, in whom is no guile. It is this man that has half a dozen of the Doctor's pieces, a lift of which I made him give me. We went to hear the man. But, alas! there was nothing but great fwelling words of vanity, not Jefus Chrift, in all the fermon. They asked me how I liked him. I told them I believed that he was in a difmal state of blindness and ignorance; at leaft he had not let his light fhine before men at that time. And he does not appear to furnish the head much; and as for the heart, I am fure he is not wife enough yet to understand that, either as deceitful above all things and desperately wicked, or as the palace of the king of grace, much less as having Chrift in it the hope of glory. When we parted the next day I thought they would have shook my arm off; and the old gentleman with much fincerity said, "Though I never faw you before I love you, and I love Mr. Huntington dearly too." Bleffed be God for every door that he has fet before me for the spread of his fervant's works; for I have lived to fee them bleffed; and they fhall be bleffed,

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because God will ever give teftimony to the word of his own grace. When I mentioned my purpofe of fending them fome, they seemed to be afraid of divifions, as Mr. Huntington is hated by most of the preachers, if not all, in told them they wanted divifions, and should have them too, before ever there would be any real converfion to God. The poor creatures cannot hear any one that can touch their cafe, or defcribe their ftate; they have been long feeking water, but find none. Oh that the good Lord would condefcend to fend fome waters into the wilderness, and cause ftreams to run in the desert, to give drink to his people, his chofen; for Zion is low, and in a low place. Ah, Mr. M~~, how highly is the city of London favoured! From --we went direct to Cumberland, where we arrived fafe, and found our friends as well as we could expect. My father is very well for an old man in his seventy-eighth year. A few fheep scattered up and down here that appear to love the Lord, and were very glad to see me; and all afk how the Doctor does. Laft Sunday I spent moftly with my friend, who is very well, and I have no doubt, in my own mind, will be of that number who shall never draw back unto perdition, but of those that believe to the falvation of the foul. He made me laugh about Dr. --; dean of As we were walking paft his door the circumftance came fresh to his