highwayman, thief, and pickpocket, in Christendom. When the hour of temptation comes on, this sore runs, this plague of the heart rages; but, when Christ comes, and rebukes the devil, we are whole of this plague, this issue of blood is stanched. "Now, then, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me." A person cannot long doubt of the being of a God who is perpetually buffeted by an evil spirit, who is such a desperate rebel against him. The very being of a devil proves the being of a God; for, if there be no Creator, who made Satan? Not himself; for, if he had, he would have been glad to have unmade himself long ago, seeing his own existence is no les than a hell to him. Satan does not make use of sound logic in tempting thee to open thy mouth against a being that has no existence. However, thou art in good hands: Jesus Christ is a safe ally; he has promised to succour the tempted, and he knows how to deliver the just out of temptation. And of this be assured, that the gates of hell shall never prevail against the bulwarks of Zion. Ever thine, W. H. LETTER XIII. To the Rev. Mr. HUNTINGTON. I REVEREND AND VERY DEAR FRIEND, JOIN my request to that of your affectionate friend John Pavey, That you continue publishing your Epistles of Faith; because I believe, and am sure, that they have been the means, under God, of answering cases, or speaking to circumstances, and those not a few, which never were proposed in form to you, but are well known to him whose Spirit acts as a sovereign in directing your unsolicited, and consequently unexpected, communications, to accomplish his pleasure, in reproving, correcting, instructing, and establishing, some whose inclination, ability, or opportunity, might never enable them to seek such special assistance; but whose necessities will be like your own, so long as face answers face in the glass. I was a little put to it last month. A friend sent to borrow a chafingdish; and not being worth one, nor yet willing to seem deaf to my friend's request, I ventured to send the annexed, as the best substitute then in my possession; and who can tell but it may serve him to plead also on some future occasion? Believe me to be, so far as I know myself, Reverend and Dear Sir, Your very affectionate S. W. P. S. It has pleased a gracious Lord to enable and incline us to open Little Providence Chapel, under my unworthy roof, in lieu of that now discontinued on Friday evenings. Preaching will therefore be regularly continued, at my house, if God please, on Tuesday evenings, and on Friday evenings. But, when you are at liberty to visit us, the evening shall be such as shall be most convenient to you. And I will expect, without farther solicitation, that you will become my constant remembrancer to the Rev. Mr. Huntington on this account, and desire him to remember us before the throne; and then he will also visit us as oft as convenient, and consistent with his other avocations. TO A DEAR FRIEND, WHO SENT TO BORROW A CHAFINGDISH. HEAT, rage, and fury, passion, fume, and pet, And precious faith reports, God will provide!' Eat, drink, my friends!' So saith the great I AM! HALLELUJAH. I AM, at this time, in a strait betwixt two, between the bed and the pulpit. I am not bad enough to cleave, with full purpose of heart, to the pillow; nor am I strong enough to abide stedfastly by the cushion. I have got something of rheumatic pains in my head, stomach, knees, &c. and I can find no temporal remedy that can give relief. The sovereign influence of the covenant head, the sounding of mercy's bowels, and the exercise of faith, would set both my head and knees to rights; but the wayfaring man has not turned aside, nor tarried a night with me, for some time. I have been, for many nights and days, seeking and feeling after the great physician; but ail the answer that I can get is, Wait, You must come, or, You must call again. In the pulpit I feel neither sick nor sorry: but my sermon and my health both end together; for I have no sooner concluded, than I cry, My head! my head! The flock go off with their health recovered, and their youth renewed; but I go groaning home. "So then, death worketh in me, but life in you." In this dilemma, I act as other sick doctors do; I give advice, but take none; I can prescribe to |