So died honest Thomas Jones, secundum artem! A man whom God raised from nothing, by a blessing on his unwearied diligence, to a plentiful fortune. Yet, when riches increased on every side, he did not set his heart upon them. Some years since he retired from business, but was still fully employed in building and in doing good. His natural temper was rough, and so was his speech, which occasioned him many trials: but notwithstanding this, he was generous and compassionate, and never weary of well-doing. From the beginning of his illness, he was continually in prayer: for some time with much fear and distress but I saw no signs of this, after I came from Bandon: I believe his fears were then all scattered; and he waited with calm, though earnest desire, for the salvation of God.

Wednesday 30, I rode to Limerick. I had promised to come again, if our brethren found a convenient place in which to build a preaching-house. One now offered, proper in all respects. Saturday, July 3, I met the Society, and enquired, what each was willing to subscribe; a considerable sum was subscribed immediately.

Sunday 4, Was a day of solemn joy, equal to any I had seen in Dublin. At the love-feast in the evening it appeared, that God had now visited Limerick also. Five persons desired to return thanks to God, for a clear sense of his pardoning love: several others, for an increase of faith, and for deliverance from doubts and fears:. and two gave a plain, simple account, of the manner wherein God had cleansed their hearts, so that they now felt no anger, pride, or self-will, but continual love, and prayer, and peace.

Monday 5, I rode to Clonmell, and preached in the evening, near the Barrack-gate, to a wild, staring multitude, many of whom would have been rude enough; but they stood in awe of the soldiers. Tuesday 6, I rode to Carrickon-Suir. Having been informed, there was one family here also, wherein both the man and his wife feared God, I immediately sent to the house. The woman presently came; from whom I learned, that her husband died the Saturday

before, and left her with nothing but four little children, and an unshaken confidence in God. Her words, her look, her whole carriage were of a piece, and shewed the dignity of Christian sorrow. I could not but admire, that God should send me just at such a time! and her tears were turned into tears of joy.

In the evening I preached at Waterford, in a court, adjoining to the main street. Wednesday 7, four of the White-boys, lately condemned for breaking open houses, were executed. They were all, notwithstanding the absolution of their priest, ready to die for fear of death. Two or three of them laid fast hold on the ladder, and could not be persuaded to let it go. One in particular gave such violent shrieks, as might be heard nearly a mile off. O what but love can cast out the fear of death: and how inexpressibly miserable is that bondage!

On this and the two following days, God remembered poor Waterford also. Several backsliders were healed; many awoke out of sleep and some mightily rejoiced in God their Saviour.

Saturday 10, We rode to Kilkenny, one of the pleasantest, and the most antient cities in the kingdom: and not inferior to any at all in wickedness, or in hatred to this way. I was therefore glad of a permission to preach in the townhall; where a small, serious company attended in the evening. Sunday 11, I went to the Cathedral, one of the best built which I have seen in Ireland. The pillars are all of black marble. But the late Bishop ordered them to be white-washed! Indeed marble is so plentiful near this town, that the very streets are paved with it.

At six in the evening I began preaching in the old bowling-green near the castle. Abundance of people, protestants and papists, gathered from all parts. They were very still during the former part of the sermon. Then the Papists ran together, set up a shout, and would have gone further: but they were restrained, they knew not how. I turned to them and said, "Be silent, or be gone!" Their noise ceased, and we heard them no more. So I resumed

and went on with my discourse, aud concluded without interruption. When I came out of the Green, they gathered again and gnashed upon me with their teeth. One cried out, "O what is Kilkenny come to!" But they could go no farther. Only two or three large stones were thrown : but none was hurt, save he that threw them. For as he was going to throw again, one seized him by the neck, and gave him a kick and a cuff, which spoiled his diversion.

Monday, 12, I went to Dunmore cave, three or four miles from Kilkenny. It is full as remarkable as Poole's hole, or any other in the Peak. The opening is round, parallel to the horizon, and 70 or 80 yards across. In the midst of this, there is a kind of arch, 20 or 30 feet high: by this you enter into the first cave, nearly round, and 40 or 50 feet in diameter. It is encompassed with spar stones, just like those on the sides of Poole's hole. On one side of the cave is a narrow passage, which goes under the rock two or three hundred yards: on the other, an hollow, which no one has ever been able to find an end of. I suppose this hole too, as well as many others, was formed by the waters of the deluge, retreating into the great abyss, with which probably it communicates.

Tuesday 13, I rode to Birr: about forty persons attended in the evening, and half as many in the morning. I saw there was but one way to do any good; so in the evening I preached abroad. I had then hundreds of hearers, and God himself spoke to many a cold heart. The next morning at five, the room was full, and light sprung out of darkness : so that many poor, withered souls, began to revive, and rejoice again in God their Saviour.

Thursday 15, I took my old standing in the Marketplace at Mountmellick : but the next evening the rain drove us into the Market-house. Afterward we had a joyful lovefeast. Indeed hitherto God has been pleased, to mark all our way with blessings.

Saturday 17, I went on to poor dead Portarlington and

no wonder it should be so, while the preachers coop themselves up in a room with twenty or thirty hearers. I went straight to the Market-place, and cried aloud, Hearken! Behold, a sower went forth to sow; God made his word quick and powerful, and sharp as a two-edged sword. Abundantly more than the room could contain were present, at five in the morning. At eight I began in the Marketplace again, on How shall I give thee up, Ephraim ? Solemn attention sat on every face, and God repeated his call to many hearts.

In the evening I preached in the Market-place at Tullamore. Monday 19, between two and three in the morning, was such thunder and lightning as I never knew in Europe. The crack and the flash were in the same instant. Most of the houses shook and yet no hurt was done in the whole town: but some good was done; for at five o'clock, the preaching-house was quite filled and the inward voice of the Lord was mighty in operation: This also was a glorious voice!

Tuesday 20, We had our quarterly meeting at Coolylough. On Wednesday, I preached at Clara: Thursday 22, at Tyrrel's-pass, and on Friday went on to Eden-derry. Here I found some who had been long labouring in the fire, and toiling to work themselves into holiness. To shew them a more excellent way, I preached on Rom. x. 6, 7, 8. They found this was the very thing they wanted: and at the meeting of the Society, God confirmed the word of his grace in so powerful a manner, that many wondered, how they could help believing.

Saturday 24, I rode to Dublin, and found the flame not only continuing, but increasing. The congregation used to be small on Saturday night; but it was as large now, as formerly on Sunday. Monday 26, at five in the morning, the congregation was larger than it used to be in the evening and in these two days and a half, four persons gave thanks, for a sense of God's pardoning mercy: and seven (among whom were a mother and her daughter) for being perfected in love.

The person by whom chiefly it had pleased God, to work this wonderful work, was John Manners, a plain man, of middling sense, and not eloquent, but rather rude in speech: one who had never before been remarkably useful, but seemed to be raised up for this single work: and as soon as it was done, he fell into a consumption, languished a while, and died.

I now found he had not at all exceeded the truth, in the accounts he had sent me from time to time. In one of his first letters, after I left the town, he says, "The work here is such as I never expected to see. Some are justified or sanctified almost every day. This week three or four were justified, and as many, if not more, renewed in love. The people are all on fire. Such a day as last Sunday I never saw. While I was at prayer in the Society, the power of the Lord overshadowed us, and some cried out, Lord, I can believe.' The cry soon became general, with strong prayers. Twice I attempted to sing; but my voice could not be heard. I then desired them to restrain themselves, and in stillness and composure to wait for the blessing: on which all but two or three, who could not refrain, came into a solemn silence. I prayed again, and the softening power of grace was felt in many hearts. Our congregations increase much, and I have no doubt, but we shall see greater things than these."

Four days after he writes, "The work of God increases every day. There is hardly a day, but some are justified, or sanctified, or both. On Thursday, three came and told me, that the blood of Jesus Christ had cleansed them from all sin. One of them said, she had been justified seven years, and had been five years convinced of the necessity of sanctification: but this easy conviction availed not. A fortnight since she was seized with so keen a conviction, as gave her no rest, till God had sanctified her, and witnessed it to her heart."

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Three days after (May 11) he writes thus "God still continues his marvellous loving kindness to us. On Sunday last Dor. King entered into the rest. She had been seeking