રા per Grace! Grace! A finner faved! I wish I "could tell you half of what I feel and fee-I am go"ing to keep an everlasting Sabbath-O death, "where is thy fting? O grave, where is thy victory? "Thanks be to God, who giveth me the victory, through my Lord Jefus Chrift!" It is very remarkable, that he had hardly any joy in her illness; but God made her ample amends in her extremity. He kept the strongest cordial for the time of need ; he does all things well. Bleffed, for ever bleffed, be his holy name! Worcestershire alfo lately loft a wife virgin of a truth, dear Mifs Fragena, Mr. Biddulph's fifter. The morning before the expired, she said, "I have had a strong"er conflict last night, than I ever had in all my life; "it was sharp and terrible; but Jefus hath ovrecome, "and he will alfo overcome for you and me be of "good courage, believe, hope, love, and obey." can. I wish you had often fuch meetings as that you mention; every one fhould have as many thrusts at that crooked ferpent, that holy devil, Bigotry, as he If I can leave my parish, I believe it will be to accompany Lady Huntingdon to the Gofhen of our land, York hire, to learn the love of Christ at the feet of my brethren and fathers there. I am obliged to you for the prefent you mention: I have taken again to the drink of my country, water, which agrees well with me, and I fhall not want it for myself: if it is not fent, diminish or ftop it according to this notice. Farewell in the Lord Jefus. I. F. Miss Brain. Madeley, Feb. 1767. I HOPE my friend Ireland will not grudge me the room I take in his letter, to thank you for your laft. It is travelling about feeking its fortune, as well as the first who knows but before it comes home, it will, like a baited hook, bring a fish along with it. I : hope you go on and profper, and do valiantly. I am glad to fee the Lord leads you in the exalted way of exulting faith, triumphant hope, and rapturous love: mount higher and higher; there is no fear of your lofing yourfelf, except it be in the boundless tracks of divine mercy, and on the eternal hills of redeeming love; and to be loft there is to be happily found. I rejoice that you do not lofe fight of the depth of Luman mifery, and depravity out of Jefus. With this ballaft, the strongest blafts of spiritual rapture will never overset you. I alfo thank God, that your faith works by love, and that you love not in pen and word only, but in deed and in truth fee that you abound herein more and more. As I truft you love to do well to your neighbours' bodies, fee that you ufe well that of a neighbour of mine, whofe name is Brain, and put her in remembrance to pray for her affectionate brother and unworthy fervant, 1. F. James Ireland, Esq. Madeley, March 30th, 1767. My very dear Friend, YESTERDAY I received your kind letter, and your kind prefent about a month ago: it came safe, and is a large ftock for the poor and me. The Lord return it you in living water; may it flow like a never failing ftream through your foul, and thofe of all who are near and dear to you; that is, not only thofe who belong to your own household, but also to the household of faith. What a pleasure to love all, and to be a well wisher to all! I am glad you keep up your catholic meeting: a dozen of your way of thinking and acting would break the legs of that thief, Bigotry, who reviles the crucified members of the crucified Jefus. God, who vouchfafed to meet even Balaam, when he went to curfe Ifrael, will not fail to bless you, when you go to blefs the fcattered Ifrael of our Christ. To return to your prefent; I return you my fincere thanks for it, as well as for all your former favours, and for your kind offers of new ones. I have one to ask now, which is, that you would ftay your hand, and allow me to confume and wear out the old prefents without overcharging me with new ones. I do not fay, ftay your heart; no, let the oil of prayer flow from the cruife of your foul for me and mine, till our poor veffels are filled with the ail of humble love. What you fay about Mifs Ireland's filling, puts me in mind of that worfe difeafe of my heart, the dropfy of felf. God gives me good phyfic and good food, but instead of digefting both properly, felf retains what it fhould not. I fill, inftead of remaining empty for fresh food; I lofe my appetite, I fwell, and am good for nothing but another operation: May the Lord fo tap us, that all our fwelling may go down, and return no more! The good Samaritan, who is alfo a good Phyfician, wants to tap you fpiritually by the bodily tapping of your daughter. To be cut in the fruit of our body is, fometimes, more painful than to be cut in our own body: may both fhe and you reap the fruit of the fuccefsful operation whenever it takes place! I am, with cordial affection, My dear Sir, your very much obliged, though very unworthy fervant, I. F. James Ireland, Esq. Madeley, April 27th, 1767. My very dear Friend, I HAVE just received your letter, upon my arrival from Wales, with dear Lady Huntingdon, who is, of a truth, a tried ftone, built upon the corner ftone; and fuch as you have feen her, fuch, I am perfuaded, you will find her to the lafta foul devoted to Jefus, living by faith, going to Chrift himself by the fcriptures, inftead of refting in the letter of the gofpel promifes, as too many profeffors do. I thank you for your care to procure not only a fupply for my church, but fuch an agreeable, acceptable, and profitable one as Mr. Brown: I know none that fhould be more welcome than he. Tell him, with a thousand thanks for his condefcenfion, that I deliver my charge over to him fully, and give him a carte blanche, to do or not to do, as the Lord will direct him. I have fettled it, that I fhould endeavour to overtake my Lady at Keppax, in Yorkshire, against the Sunday after Whitfuntide. I have just time to tell you, with regard to the Briftol journey, that I must come firft from the North, before I dream of going to the South. God help us to steer immoveably to the grand point of our falvation, Jesus the crucified; to him I recommend myself and you, and my noble guefts. Love him, praife him, ferve him, who hath loved you, bought you, and died for you. I remain, &c. I. F. James Ireland, Esq. Madeley, July 30th, 1768. UNCERTAIN as I am, whether your daughter is yet alive, or whether the Lord hath called her from this vale of darknefs and tears, I know not what to fay to you on the fubject, but this, that our heavenly Father appoints all things for the best. If her days of fuffering are prolonged, it is to honour her, with a conformity to the crucified Jefus; if they are fhortened, fhe will have drunk all her cup of affliction and, I flatter myself, that he has found, at the bottom of it, not the bitterness and the gall of her fins, but the honey and wine of our divine Saviour's righteoufnefs, and the confolations of his Spirit. I had lately fome views of death, and it appeared to me in the most brilliant colours. What is it to die, but to open our eyes after the difagreeable dream of this life, after the black fleep in which we are buried on this earth? It is to break the prifon of corruptible flesh and blood, into which fin hath caft us; to draw afide the curtain, to caft off the material veil, which prevents us from feeing the Supreme Beauty, and Goodnefs face to face. It is to quit our polluted and tattered raiment, to be invefted with robes of honour and glory; and to behold the Sun of righteoufnefs in brightnefs, without an interpofing cloud. O my dear friend, how lovely is death, when we look at it in Jefus Chrift! To die, is one of the greatest privileges of the Chriftian. If Mifs Ireland is ftill living, tell her, a thousand times, that Jefus is the refurrection and the life; that he hath vanquished and difarmed death; that he hath brought life and immortality to light; and that all things are ours, whether life or death, eternity or time. These are thofe great truths upon which the ought to rifk, or rather to repofe her foul with full affurance. Every thing is fhadow and a lie, in comparifon of the reality of the gofpel. If your daughter be dead, believe in Jefus, and you fhall find her again in him, who fills all in all, who encircles the material and spiritual world in his arms-in the immenfe bofom of his divinity. I have not time to write to Mrs. Ireland; but I entreat her to keep her promife, and to inform me what victories fhe has gained over the world, the flesh, and fin. Surely when a daughter is dead or dying, it is high time for a father and a mother to die to all things below, and afpire, in good earnelt, to that eternal life, which God has given us in Jefus Chrift. Adieu, my dear friend. Yours, I. F. Madeley, Oct. 14th, 1768. James Ireland, Esq. I THINK I told you at Trevecka, that we had no farmers at Madeley who feared God and loved Jefus. This generation among us are buried in the furrows of their ploughs, or under the heaps of corn which |