The day before that, on which the pustules of the small pox appeared, I had walked to the Exchequer, and received 201. which was Queen Anne's bounty, allowed to every clergyman ordained for, and coming to Virginia. I suppose also, that I had something considerable remaining of 50l. which I had brought with me, when I first came to London-as I had been very frugal. All this money I had deposited in the hands of my landlord, Mr. Lewis, who had come passenger with me from Virginia. When I recovered from my long illness, and began to traverse the streets again, I enquired for my money, having a present need for some of it, at least. He gave me eighteen pence, which, as he said, he supposed would serve me for that day. I took the money without suspecting any thing. But when I asked again for some more of my money, the disagreeable secret began to unfold. I soon found I had no money left-no, not a single farthing. Mrs. Lewis told me, that her husband had, through necessity, made use of all the money to supply the wants of his family—but hoped I did not doubt his honor so far, as to think I should not be repaid. In the first part of the story, she was right enough, but was much mistaken in the last,

for when I applied to Mr. Lewis for payment, he broke out in a violent rage-pretending I was in his debt, and produced a long account, which he had trumpt up, of articles I knew nothing about. But this I knew, that he had basely taken all my. cash, was many pounds in my debt, and that I should never get a sixpence out of him. I saw it needless to contend, and was glad to get out of his house, with what few articles I had.

To be pennyless in the City of London, 3000 miles from home, was not very eligible-but I did not dispair. I visited a friend, Mr Abel Peyton, at whose house I had often been before at his own invitation. When at dinner with him and his Lady, I told them my situation, and the treatment of Lewis. Mrs. Peyton took up a glass of wine, drank to me, and said, with an air of great frankness, dont be cast down, Mr. Jarratt, you shall not want money. Words

of consolation indeed, I felt them, and shall never forget them, nor her that spoke them, though I thank God, I had no occasion to make use of her bounty.

Previous to this visit to Mr. Peyton, I had written to my good friend, Mr. Tabb, in Liverpool, informing him of my situa tion, and the loss of my money. This

letter, wrote by the post, which, without loss of time, he answered, in words to this effect, "That he had been under concern, in not hearing from me, since I had been in London-that he had been afraid I had taken the small pox, and had died of the disorder, but was glad to hear of me, and that I was yet alive-and to remove all uneasiness from my mind, on the account of cash, he desired I would wait on his correspondent in London, to whom he had written to furnish me with as much money as I should think proper to call on him for, and wished me to come to Liverpool, as soon as I could, and I should have a passage free, in one of his ships, which would sail to Virginia in a few days."-How kind and humane was all this!-What unusual confidence did he place in my honor, in limiting me to no particular sum, but left it to my option to take just what money I thought fit! Can such a friend ever be forgotten?

This letter I found at my lodgings, in the evening, on my return from Mr. Pey ton's. I immediately applied for the money, and to evince that the confidence of my friend had not been ill placed, I took only ten pounds. The next day I took the H

stage, and after a fatigueing and disagreeable journey, I arrived in safety at Liverpool. Here I had the pleasure of seeing my friend and benefactor once more, and receiving renewed favors at his hands. By an oversight of the coachman, my trunk, which contained my best cloaths, the bishop's licence, &c. &c. was left at the inn, in London, where we took the stage. So that when I came to Liverpool, I had none but the old cloaths I had brought with me from Virginia. As soon as Mr. Tabb knew this, he furnished me with a new suit of the best black broad cloth, and paid a taylor for the making. He also took care to provide bedding and every necessary to render my passage home, as agreeable as possible.

On the last of April, I took my leave of my friend, and went on board of one of his ships, called the Planter, commanded by captain Middleton. We had a long passage, and were at short allowance for water, almost the whole way. But, by the blessing of God, I had the pleasure of treading on my native soil the first sunday in July, 1763; and after an absence of about nine months. For all the favors I met with; during this period, and for all the dangers I escaped let the name of the

Lord have all the thanks, praise and adoration, which are so justly due.

I landed in York-Town, early on the Sunday morning, and taking breakfast at an inn, I went up York river, in a boat, in order to wait on the commissary. I waited also on the governor of Virginia. Then, having seen my friends in New-Kent, I went in quest of a parish.

Few parishes were, at that time, vacant in Virginia. I knew of but one, and to that I had no great mind. In August, I set out for Cumberland, where I had lived the year before. Here I staid eight or nine days, and preached three or four sermons, in the parish of my old friend, the Rev. Mr. M'Laurine. By him I was told, that the parish of Bath, where I now live, was vacant. On this information, I left Cumberland, August 17th, and came to the house of Mr. Leonard Claiborne, jun. on the 19th, in the afternoon. Mr. Claiborne was one of the vestry. I had not the smallest acquaintance with him, nor indeed with a single person in the parish, nor had I brought any letters of recommendation, or even one letter of introduction, except four or five lines from Mr. Swann, which were written to introduce me to Mr. Claiborne only.