live longer if it be the will of God.' He coughed a little this evening, and said he was not quite free from the pain in his back; but thought if he could sleep all would be well, but that night he was more restless than ever.

"On Thursday morning, about five o'clock, he complained much of restlessness. I wished to procure him something composing, but he would not suffer me; he said he would try to sleep until his usual hour of rising. Between six and seven he started up, saying, 'He could not bear to lie any longer; it seemed as though a sword darted through his left breast:' he immediately spit blood. The doctor was sent for, who bled him in the arm; and hot applications were used, which seemed to relieve the pain. I was much affected with the thought that if an uncommonly sweet and heavenly frame of mind were to be considered as a sign of an approaching change, my dear husband would soon be called away. He said he was much relieved, and I expressed my thankfulness to God with tears. About ten o'clock he threw up a much larger quantity of blood than before. I called to the girl to go for the doctor: she not being within hearing, I had to go out of the room for her. When I returned my heart sunk within me at the sight of my husband; he had vomited again during my absence, and now appeared as though the hand of death was upon him. He saw my distress, and, looking earnestly at me, as I gave him some cold water, said, 'God is love, my dear!' The girl called in a neighbour; two friends also came in, and I said to them, ' He is dying.' The soul of my dear husband appeared to be engaged with God as he said, 'Though I walk through the valley of the sha

dow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me!' In a short time I repeated, He is dying!' He answered, 'I am not dying, my dear; I am very easy!' In a little while the vomiting came on more violently than ever; and, as soon as he was able to speak, he said, 'If I am dying now, tell all the world that Jesus is precious!' His whole soul appeared to feel the words, and he added, He is working gloriously in my heart, glory to God!' A friend who was present said he would go for a physician. My husband answered, 'No, no doctor; I want none but Jesus Christ! He went, however, soon after, and brought one, who thought if the vomiting did not immediately return, my husband would recover. He prescribed a blister and some medicines; but by the time they arrived my husband was too weak to have them applied. When we were distressed at the thought of his sufferings, we heard him say, 'As the afflictions of Christ abound, His consolations abound in my soul.' His life was now wasting away very fast; he appeared sensible of it, and left a dying profession of his confidence of the goodness of a cause in which his heart had been engaged: he said, 'What I have done with regard to the Methodist connexion, so far from repenting I rejoice in it at this moment!". When in a yet more exhausted state he observed, Some may say this is a judgment upon me; but what I have done in opposing the corruptions in the church I believed my duty: I bless God that He made me an instrument of doing it! Oh, that I had done it more faithfully!' He gave some directions respecting his dear child, and expressed his wish that she might be brought up in the fear of the Lord. Mr. S came in, and though my husband

was too weak to speak out, he was so recollected as to desire me to remind him that a preacher should be provided for the chapel that evening. The last words he was heard to speak were, Jesus Christ, receive my spirit!' He then clasped his hands, and his soul appeared to be engaged with God. Soon after, he turned towards me, and fixed his eyes upon me. I saw he was departing. My mind had till now been suspended between hope and despair, and I was silent; but now I began to speak to him. I saw his faithful soul was going to his Redeemer, and in the fulness of my heart declared, 'I would call on all the world never to seek happiness in anything but God.' I assured him if a human being could have given happiness, he had given it to me."

Extracts from a letter, written April 4th, 1799, to a long-tried friend of my beloved father's :

"Though I am broken off in a great measure from human dependencies, and expect not perfect enjoyment in anything this world can afford, I still feel thankful that I have friends whom I love and who, I trust, will join me in giving glory to God beyond the grave. I am conscious that on God, and on Him alone, depends our happiness. I would not cast aside his mercies as it were in disgust; and because he has seen it good to take away from me one whom I considered dear as my own soul, I would not on this account sink into an ungrateful stupor of mind, and refuse the blessings which yet remain.

I have always thought, since I began to reflect with seriousness, that the exercise of the

affections was one of the greatest sources of our happiness; and, while my husband lived, the comfort I felt in my attachment to him was such as made me ready to wonder sometimes why life had been painted in such gloomy colours. We had that perfect confidence in each other, and that affection which constantly united us as the heart of one, and it was the remembrance of what I experienced in this union which caused me to say, when he was dying, 'If a human being could have given happiness, thou hadst given it to me.' But the Lord has seen it good to make me an example of the uncertainty of human happiness : mine was short in proportion as the enjoyment had been great; and then I felt from experience the force of one of Saurin's observations, The world appeared to me as a universal solitude, and the universe-the whole universe-a desert, uninhabited and uninhabitable.' My dear friend, where would my soul have found refuge but for the blessed truths of religion? The Lord gave me power to believe through the dark and gloomy day; and, though clouds surrounded Him, and His footsteps were in the great deep, I could not doubt the heavenly truth that God is love.' I was made sensible, too, that there is no weakness in the love of God; but that He will act towards us in that way which will best promote our eternal welfare, whether it be consistent with our present gratification or not. Yet, notwithstanding this, my mind was often for a few days confused, or rather clouded. I could not think why my dear friend should be taken away so soon and so suddenly. On the Monday evening, (the night before my

husband was buried,) as I went into the Meeting, Mr. Trundel was giving out that verse of Cowper's,

'Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace!' &c.

my mind was in a moment relieved from that degree of oppression I had before experienced. I saw it was impossible for us to understand all the ways of God, or, from our own feeble powers, to make a just estimate of his dealings in every instance with the children of men. I determined, therefore, to cast myself and my all on the Lord, with that unbounded confidence which his faithfulness demands.

"The cheerfulness and vigour of his mind were beyond the strength of his body, and I think it cannot be doubted, by any one that knew him, but that his uncommon labours hastened his death. I believe the journey into Wales hurt him a good deal. When he returned he appeared much worn out, and was hardly ever refreshed by sleep. My mind was much depressed the day he set out. I had always dreaded that journey more than any he had ever taken, because it was so long, and quite among strangers.

"I was saying, a little while since, that my mind had been painfully exercised many ways. The recollection of any instance wherein I had been the cause of giving him pain has distressed me beyond what any one can conceive; but I cannot reproach myself with ever having designedly grieved my husband in any respect; though I lament that I was not more active and unremitting in my attention to his happiness. The instances where