Our Conference began on Tuesday the 16th, and ended on Friday the 19th. O what can we do for more labourers? We can only cry to the Lord of the harvest.

Sunday 21, Thousands of hearers, rich and poor, received the word near the New-square, with the deepest attention. This is the way to shake the trembling gates of hell. Still I see, nothing can do this so effectually as field-preaching.

Monday 22, I rode through impetuous rain to Weston, a village near Bridgewater. A while ago, the people here were lions; but now they are become lambs. Tuesday 23, I saw a serious congregation at Taunton. And shall we have fruit here also? In the evening I preached to the poor backsliders at Collumpton, on Will the Lord be no more intreated?

Wednesday 24, I rode to Launceston, where both the seriousness and largeness of the congregation, evening and morning, gave us reason to hope, that all our labour here will not be in vain. Friday 26, I came to Camelford, where the Society is once more shrunk from seventy to fourteen. I preached in the Market-place, on O that thou hadst known, at least in this thy day, the things that make for thy peace! Many were moved for the present; as they were the next day, while I was applying those awful words, The harvest is past, the summer is ending, and we are not saved!

Saturday 27, I went on to Port-Isaac, now the liveliest place in the Circuit. I preached from a balcony in the middle of the town; a circumstance I could not but observe. Before I came to Port-Isaac the first time, one Richard Scantlebury, invited me to lodge at his house: but when I came, seeing a large mob at my heels, he fairly shut the door upon me. Yet, in that very house, I now lodge; Richard Scantlebury, being gone to his fathers, and the present proprietor, Richard Wood, counting it all joy to receive the servants of God. About this time I wrote to a friend as follows:

66 DEAR LAWRENCE,`

"By a various train of providences you have been led to the very place where God intended you should be. And

you have reason to praise him, that he has not suffered your labour there to be in vain. In a short time, how little will it signify, whether we have lived in the Summer Islands, or beneath

'The rage of Arctos and eternal frost: "

How soon will this dream of life be at an end! And when we are once landed in eternity, it will be all one, whether we spent our time on earth in a palace, or had not where to lay our heads.

"You never learned either from my conversation, or preaching, or writings, that Holiness consists in a show of joy.' I constantly told you quite the contrary; I told you, it is love: the love of God and our neighbour: the image of God stamped on the heart: the life of God in the soul of man; the mind that was in Christ, enabling us to walk as Christ also walked. If Mr. Maxfield, or you, took it to be any thing else, it was your own fault, not mine. And whenever you waked out of that dream, you ought not to have laid the blame of it upon me. It is true, that joy is one part of the fruit of the Spirit, of the kingdom of God within us. But this is first righteousness, then peace and joy in the Holy Ghost. It is true farther, that if you love God with all your heart, you may rejoice evermore. Nay, it is true still farther, that many serious, humble, sober-minded believers, who do feel the love of God sometimes, and do then rejoice in God their Saviour, cannot be content with this, but pray continually, that he would enable them to love and rejoice in the Lord always. And no fact under heaven is more undeniable, than that God does answer this prayer; that he does, for the sake of his Son, and through the power of his Spirit, enable one and another so to do.

"It is also a plain fact, that this power does commonly overshadow them in an instant: and that from that time they enjoy that inward and outward holiness, to which they were utter strangers before. Possibly you might be mistaken in this, perhaps you thought you had received what you had not. But pray do not measure all men by yourself: do

not imagine, you are the universal standard. If you deceiv ed yourself, (which yet I do not affirm) you should not infer, that all others do. Many think they are justified, and are not; but we cannot infer, that none are justified. So neither, if many think they are perfected in love, and are not, will it follow, that none are so? Blessed be God, though we set a hundred enthusiasts aside, we are still encompassed with a cloud of witnesses, who have testified and do testify in life and in death, that perfection, which I have taught these forty years! This perfection cannot be a delusion, unless the Bible be a delusion too: I mean, loving God with all our heart, and our neighbour as ourselves.

"I pin down all its opposers to this definition of it. No evasion! No shifting the question! Where is the delusion of this? Either you received this love or you did not: if you did, dare you call call it a delusion? You will not call it so for all the world. If you received any thing else, it does not at all affect the question. Be it as much a delusion as you please, it is nothing to them who have received quite another thing, viz, that deep communion with the Father and the Son, whereby they are enabled to give him their whole heart; to love every man as their own soul, and to walk as Christ also walked.

"O Lawrence, if sister Coughlan and you, ever did enjoy this, humble yourselves before God, for casting it away if you did not, God grant you may!"

Monday 29, I rode to St. Columb, intending to preach there, but finding no place that was tolerably convenient, I was going to take horse, when one offered me the use of his meadow, close to the town. A large congregation quickly assembled, to whom I explained the nature and pleasantness of religion. I have seldom seen a people behave so well the first time I have preached to them.

Tuesday 30, Calling at St. Agnes, I found a large congregation waiting, so I preached without delay. At Redruth, likewise, I found the people gathered from all parts; and God gave a loud call to the backsliders. Indeed there was need for T. Rankin left between three and four hun

dred members in the Society, and I found a hundred and ten! In the evening I preached in the meadow at St. Ives, to a very numerous and deeply serious congregation.

Wednesday 31, I met the children, a work which will exercise all the talents of the most able preachers in England. Thursday, September 1, the grass being wet we could not stand in the meadow, but we found an open space, where I called a listening multitude to return to him, who has not forgotten to be gracious.

Friday 2, I preached at noon to an earnest company at Zennor, and in the evening to a far larger at St. Just. Here being informed that one of our sisters in the next parish, Morva, who entertained the preachers formerly, was now decrepid, and had not heard a sermon for many years, I went on Saturday 3, at noon, to Alice Daniel's, and preached near the house, on They who shall be accounted worthy to obtain that world, and the resurrection from the dead-are equal unto the angels, and are the children of God, being the children of the resurrection. I have always thought there is something venerable in persons worn out with age: especially when they retain their understanding, and walk in the ways of God.

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Sunday 4, I went to St. Creet's Church, where I heard an excellent sermon. Between one and two I confirmed it, by explaining that happy religion, which our Lord describes in the eight beatitudes. About five in the evening I preached at Newlin about nine the next morning, at Penzance. Surely God will have a people even in this place, where we have so long seemed only to beat the air. At noon I preached in St. Hilary's, and at St. John's this and the next evening. I believe the most senseless then felt the word of God sharp as a two-edged sword.

Wednesday 7, After the early preaching the Select Society met; such a company of lively believers, full of faith and love, as I never found in this country before. This and the three following days, I preached at as many places as I could, though I was at first in doubt, whether I could preach eight days together, mostly in the open air, three or

four times a day. But my strength was as my work; I hardly felt any weariness, first or last.

Sunday 11, About noon I preached at St. Agnes, and again between one and two. At five I took my old stand at Gwenap, in the natural amphitheatre. I suppose no human voice could have commanded such an audience on plain ground. But the ground rising all round gave me an advantage, that, I believe, all could hear distinctly.

Monday 12, I preached about noon at Callestick, and in the evening at Kerley. It rained all the time; but that did not divert the attention of a large congregation. At noon, Tuesday 13, I preached in Truro, and in the evening at Mevagizzy. It was a season of solemn joy: I have not often found the like. Surely God's thoughts are not as our thoughts! Can any good be done at Mevagizzy?

Wednesday 14, After preaching at St. Austle and Medros, I rode over to St. Roach, and spent a comfortable evening with my old acquaintance Mr. Furly.

Thursday 15, We had our Quarterly-meeting at Medros. But it was not now as the last time I was here, when the whole Society was in a flame: The love of many is now waxed cold. Friday 16, I rode through heavy rain to Paulperrow. Here the room, over which we were to lodge, being filled with pilchards and conger eels, the perfume was too potent for me so that I was not'sorry; when one of our friends invited me to lodge at her house. Soon after I began to preach, heavy rain began: yet none went away till the whole service was ended.

Saturday 17, When we came to Crimble passage, we were at a full stop. The boat-men told us, the storm was so high, that it was not possible to pass. However, at length we persuaded them to venture out: and we did not ship one sea, till we got over.

Sunday 18, Our room at the Dock contained the morning congregation tolerably well. Between one and two I began preaching on the quay in Plymouth. Notwithstanding the rain, abundance of people stood to hear. But one silly man y talked without ceasing, till I desired the people to open