I thank you ten thousand times over for all your repeated marks of love and generofity to me and mine : the burden is too great to bear; I must cast it upon Him, who can bless you ten thousand times 0ver, and turn all your seeming lofles into the greatest blessings. May the God of all confolation help you to reap the earlieft and ripest fruit of the afiliation, whereby he gives you a new token of your adoption. Remember my kind love and present my best thanks to Mrs. Ireland. Yours, &c. 1. F.'

Newington, April 21st, 1777. " Miss Perronet.

My dear Friend,

• A THOUSAND thanks to you for your kind, comfortable lines. The prospect of going to see Jesus and his glorificd members, and among them your dear departed brother, my now everlasting friend ; this sweet prospect is enough to make me quietly and joyfully submit, to leave all my Shoreham friends, and all the excellent ones of the earth. But why do I talk of going to leave any of Christ's members, by going to be more intimately united to the head ?


66 We all are one, who him receive,

And each with each agrec ;
. In him the One, the Truth we live,

Blest point of unity!”

A point this, which fills heaven and earth which runs through time and eternity. What an immense point! In it fickness is lost in health, and death in life. There let us ever meet. There to live is Chrift, and to die gain.

I cannot tell you how much I am obliged to your dear brother, for a l his kind, brotherly attendance as a physicians. He has given me his time, his long walks, his remedies ; he has brought me Dr. Turner several times, and will not fo much as allow me to re

imburse his expences. Help me to thank him for all his profusion of love, for I cannot sufficiently do it inyself. My duty to your father : 1 throw myself in fpirit at his feet, and ask his blessing, and an interest in his prayers. Tell him, that the Lord is gracious to me; does not suffer the enemy to disturb my peace ; and gives me, in prospect, the vi&tory over death. Thanks be to God, who giveth us tbis great victory, through our Lord Jesus Chrift! Abfolute resignation to the divine will bafies a thousand temptations, and confidence in our Saviour carries us sweetly through a thousand trials. God fill us abundantly with both!

Thank dear Mrs. Bissaker for alt her love to iny dear departed friend ; and inay our kindred spirits drink deeper into God, till they are filled with all the fulness, which our enlarged fouls can admit. Nor let your piece, to whom I send my thanks, keep aloof, Let us all tend to our original centre ; and experience that life and death are ours, because the Prince of life, who is our resurrection and life, has overcome sin, death, and the grave for you, and for your obliged, unworthy brother, I. F. is

Brislington, May 28th, 1777. * Mr. and Mrs. Greenwood.

MY very dear friends, and benefactors, Charlos and Mary Greenwood.-My prayers shall always be, that the inerciful may find mercy, and that the great kindness I have found under your quiet roof, may be The wed you every where under the canopy of heaven. I think with grateful joy, on the days of calm retreat, I have been blessed with at Newington, and lament my not having improved better the opportunity of sitting, like Mary, at the feet of my great Physician. May be require your kind care to a dying worm, by abundantly caring for you and yours, and making all your bed in your lickness ! May you enjoy full health ! May you hunger and thirst after righteousness, both that of Christ, and that of the Holy Ghoft, and be a. bundantly filled there with ! May his rod and saff comfort you under all the troubles of life, the decays of the body, the assaults of the enemy, and the pang's of death! May the reviving cordials of the word of truth be ever within the reach of your faith, and may your eager faith make a ready and constant use of them ; elpecially, when faintings come upon you, and your hands begin to hang down! May you stand in the clefts of the rock of ages, and there be safely Diel. tered, when all the storms of justice fhall fall around ! May you have always such temporal and fpiritual helps, friends, and comforts, as I have found in your pleasing retreat!

You have received a poor Lazarus, though his sores were not visible. You have liad compafsion, like the good Samaritan : you have admitted me to the enjoyment of your best things; and he, that did not dejerve to have the dogs to lick his fores, has always found the members of Jesus ready to prevent, to remove, or to bear his burdens. And now, what thall I fay? What but, Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift! and thanks be to my dear friends for all their fa. yours! They will, I truit, be found faithfully record. ed in my breast, when the great Rewarder of those, who diligently seek him, will render to every man according 10 his works. Then thalla raised Lazarus appear in the gate, to testify of the love of Charles and Mary Greenwood, and of their godly lister.

I thought myself a little better laft Sunday ; but I have since fpit more blood than I had done for weeks before. Glory be to God, for every providence ! His will be done in me, by health or fickness, by life or death! All from him is, and, I trust, will always be welcome to your obliged pensioner, 1. F.

1777. Mr. and Mrs. Greenwood.

TEN thousand bleflings light upon the heads and hearts of my dear benefactors, Charles and Mary Greenwood ! May their quiet retreat at Newington become a Bethel to them! May their offspring be born again there! And inay the choicest confolations of the Spirit visit their minds, whenever they retire thither from the busy city! Their poor pensioner travels on, though nowly, towards the grave. His journey to the sea feems to him to liave hastened, ra. ther than retarded, his progress to his old mother, Earth. May every providential blast blow him nearer to the heavenly haven of his Saviour's breast; where, he hopes, one day, to meet all his benefactors, and among them, those whom he now addresses. O my dear friends, what shall I render? What to Jesus? What to you? May he, who invites the heavy laden, take upon him all the burdens of kindness you have heaped on your Lazarus! And may angels, when you die, find me in Abraham's bofom, and bring you into mine, that, by all the kindness, which may be shewn in heaven, I may try to requite that you have thewn to your obliged brother, I. F.


Brislington, Mrs. Thornton.

My very dear Friend,

I SHALL not attempt to express my gratitude to you, for all your charitable care of a poor fickly worn. As we say, that filence speaks often best the praises of our great Benefactor, fo I must say here. I hope these lines will find you leaving the things that are behind, and presling forward toward the mark-the prize of our high calling on earth. In heaven we are called to be filled with all we can hold of the glorious fulness of God, and what that is, we know not, but wc hall know, if we follow on to know the Lord. But liere also, we are called to be filled with all the fulnefs of God. God is love you know; to be filled with all his fulness is, then, to be filled with love. O may that love be shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost given to us, and abiditig in us! I still look for that ineffable fulness; and I beg, if you have not yet attained it, you would let nothing damp your hope, and Nack your pursuit.

I spend more time in giving my friends an account of iny healti), than the matter is worth. You will see by the enclosed, which I beg you would send to the post, when you have thewed it to Mr. John and Charles Wesley, if they think it worth their while to run it over, to see how their poor fervant does.

I am going to do by my poor sister, what you have done by me.I mean, try to smooth the road ot sick. nels to the chamber of death. Gratitude and blood call me to it you have done it without such calls ; your brotherly kindness is freer than mine; but not fo free as the love of Jesus, who took upon him our na. ture, that he might bear our infirmities, die our death, and make over to us his resurrection and his life, after all we had done to render life hateful and death horrible to hiin. O! for this matchless love, let rocks and hills, let hearts and tongues break an un. grateful silence; and let your Christian mufe find new antheins, and your poetic heart new flights of elo. quence and thankfulness. You partly owe me, by promise, a piece of poetry on joy in redeeming and fanctifying love. May the spirit of praise aflift you mightily in the noble work! Maintain the frame of poetic, Christian joy, by using all your talents of grace and nature, to embrace and shew forth his good. ness.

I shall be glad to hear from you in Switzerland, and shall doubly rejoice, if you can send me word, that she, who is joined to the Lord according to the glory of the new covenant, is one fpirit with him, and enjoys all the glorious liberty of the children of God!

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