from this metropolis, Mr. Croswell has neither seen nor heard him. Blasphemy, of which Mr. Croswell accuses him, is no where to be found, in his writings. These writings, give me leave to say, will live, and be held in admiration, when ten thousand such characters as Mr. Croswell's and mine, will be consigned to oblivion. Thus I went on. Mr. Croswell again advanced to the pulpit; reiterated what he had before asserted, without regarding a syllable which I had uttered, until at length he interrogated: 'Does God love all the people in the world as well as Peter and Paul?' Suffer me, sir, first to ask you one question, which, if you will answer, then I will reply to yours. Did God love Peter and Paul as well before they believed as afterwards? 'God loved Peter and Paul from the foundation of the world.' Again, and again, I repeated my question, but could not obtain a direct answer. The people from the galleries called out,' Why do you not say yes, or no?'-but he refused thus to commit himself, and of course I dropped the inquiry. Again he returned to the charge. Does God love all the people in the world, as well as Peter and Paul?' Yes, sir, I believe He does, as well as He loved those Apostles before they believed. Do you believe God loves all the people in the world?' Yes, sir, I do. Then, again, he proceeded most violently, and, that the heresy might be confirmed, he once more questioned: Do you believe, that God loves the devil's children, as well as his own beloved ones?' No, indeed; I do not think God loves any of the devil's children. There, there, now he is my faith was never founded on him. I should not have profited under his ministry if I had thus rested my hope upon any mere man. But, although through the favor of Heaven I am separated from that adulterous generation which is ever asking after a sign, it nevertheless gives me pleasure, inexpressible pleasure, to hear of any of the redeemed finishing their course with joy, and triumphantly laying hold of eternal life. 'Had James Relly departed under a cloud, it would, no doubt, have had a tendency to have made blind eyes blinder, and hard hearts harder; but, blessed be God, you have assured me that his views of his Redeemer and his finished righteousness, still brightened upon him, until, escaping from the body, he, no doubt, attained the regions of interminable day. 'Yes, indeed, Mr. Relly was, during his life, and his memory will continue while I have life, right precious to my soul. My reasons for attachment, for homage, were similar to those which actuated Timothy in his devotion to the apostle Paul; and my loss is indeed irreparable. You observe he died greatly lamented, no doubt; it was impossible to know Mr. Relly and not regret his departure out of time; and the many who experienced a religious joy at this event knew no more of my honored friend than their brethren of old did of our blessed Master. Yes, yes, he was truly a Christian, and it could not happen but that he should endure his sufferings with patience for the joy that was set before him.' T. W. But We hiding again.' Suffer me, sir, to ask, What is it constitutes the character of the wicked man? That is nothing to the purpose.' Again I ask, what is it constitutes the character of the wicked man? Here several individuals tremulously asked: 'Why do you not answer the question? we are all concerned in it, we are seeking information. Suppose I cannot; let some one else answer, and, if I like it, I will agree to it.' No answer was given, and Mr. Croswell resumed his declamation, affirming, I had said, God loved the devil's children. I denied the charge, and was again accused of hiding, when I besought the attention of the people, while I explained myself. What are we to understand by a father, and a child, but the begetter and begotten? Can you, Mr. Croswell, or can any one present, presume to say, that the bodies, or the souls of mankind, were begotten by the devil? Is not God the Father of the spirits of all flesh? Is not God the Maker of our frames? and doth not the Apostle say, we are all His offspring? If it be confessed, we all died in Adum, we were of course in Adam; and if we were in Adam, we were what Adam was. the Evangelist Luke affirms, that Adam was the son of God. will next inquire, Who are the children of the devil, and who are the children of God? 1 hun.bly conceive, Christ Jesus himself has put the matter beyond dispute, in the ever memorable parable of the tares of the field, and our obligation to the Redeemer, for explaining it so clearly to his disciples, is indeed immeasurable. I then repeated the parable, and the explanation: and proved from thence, that the abominations of the earth were children of the devil, because produced by him; that the iniquities of the people were the tares, sowed by the adversary; that our nature was the good seed, which Jesus sowed. A holy God could not love sin, and, of course, could love no child of the devil: but men, being his offspring, He once loved them as his own, and having loved His own, He loved them unto the end; that He had proved this to all men, in the gift of his Son; God so loved the world, that He gave them his Son. Mr. Croswell interrupted; 'Nine tenths of all you have said is nothing at all to the purpose:' and again, in terms the most violent, he renewed his accusation, that I was all the time hiding. A voice from the gallery exclaimed: 'If he be hiding, why do you not hunt him out of the bush?' Mr. Croswell at length tauntingly said: 'Come, come, leave off hiding, and tell the people, in plain English, that God loves them all. To which I answered: I will, sir, in as plain English as I can command ;—and then, addressing the congregation, I thus delivered the genuine sentiments of my soul: I am commissioned to say, to every individual before me, that God loves you, and that you are not to accept this declaration upon my bare word; you have the word of a God, who cannot lie; who proclaims Himself loving unto every man; who has given you proof positive of His love. His love has been greatly manifested in your birth; in rearing you from infancy; in guarding you through the devious paths of child en. hood, and youth; and preserving you from ten thousand dangers, to which you have been exposed. His gracious providence, in so plentifully providing for you, is a proof of His love. Your civil and religious liberties are blessed proofs of the love of your God. These particulars announce the love of Deity to every individual, as a Creator, and Preserver. Yet these manifestations may be considered as merely temporal: but, blessed be the holy name of Jehovah! I am authorized to add, and in plain English too, that God loves the soul, which emanates from Himself, aud that He has proved this love by the gift of His Son. God so loved the world, that He gave them His Son. To us a child is born, to us a Son is givGod has evinced His love, by giving us, in this Son, Reconciliation, Regeneration, a new Head, a new Heart, a right Spirit. Here your Creator so loved you, as to give you Wisdom, Righteousness, Sanctification, and Redemption. In Christ Jesus, Gol has so loved you, as to bless you with all spiritual blessings. Every individual should believe this, since it is nothing more than an accomplishment of the promise, of the oath of Jehovah, which he swear unto Abraham, saying: And in thy Seed shall all the nations, all the families of the earth, be blessed. Such are the glad tidings, which the God, who loved you before the foundation of the world, hath commanded us to proclaim to every one of you; such are the glad tidings, which you ought to believe. If your heart tell you, It is not so, believe it not, it is an unbelieving heart; he that trusteth such a heart, is a fool. If the devil tell you, It is not so, believe him not, he was a liar from the beginning. If your ministers tell you, You ought not to believe this good report, trust them not; they take part with the devil, and your unbelieving hearts. The devil would persuade you, not to believe the glorious truths, because, if you were delivered from his usurpation, you would henceforward serve your Creator without fear. The arch fiend is solicitous to retain you in bondage; his utmost efforts are in requisition to prevent you from believing, that God has so loved you, as to purchase you with the price of blood, of the precious blood of the Lamb of God; he would prevent you from believing that you are bought with such a price, lest, thus believing, you should render yourselves living sacrifices, holy, and acceptable to God. But, let God be true, and every man a liar. Ye are not your own, ye are bought with a price, and the love of Christ constraineth us, because we thus judge, if One died for all, then were all dead; and that He died for all, that they, who live, should not henceforth live unto themselves, but unto Him, who died for them, and rose again. All the time I was speaking, Mr. Croswell was kicking my legs, or pulling the skirts of my garment, ever and anon vociferating 'Have done, have done; you have said enough; quite enough,' &c. &c. Sometimes he stood up close to my side, shouldering me as hard as he was able. The congregation noticed his behavior, and it did not give them pleasure. For nyself, I had much cause for gratitude to my divine Master: 1st, that he was pleased to give me words; and 2dly, that he did not suffer me to lose my selfcommand. No, not for an instant. Blessed be the name of the Lord. My next evening lecture was uninterrupted; but, on the succeeding Sunday evening, the throng was so prodigious, that it was with much difficulty I reached the pulpit; and when entered, I was nearly suffocated by the strong effluvia, arising from the asafoetida, with which the tools of the adversary had wet the pulpit and the pulpit cloth, plentifully sprinkling the whole house with the same noxious drug. For some moments I was so much overpowered, as to induce an apprehension, that it would be impossible I should proceed; but the God of my life was abundantly sufficient for me. The demons of confusion were, however, not quite satisfied; many stones were violently thrown into the windows; yet no one received any other injury than the alarm which was created. At length, a large rugged stone, weighing about a pound and a half, was forcibly thrown in at the window behind my back; it missed me. Had it sped, as it was aimed, it must have killed me. Lifting it up, and waving it in the view of the people I observed: This argument is solid, and weighty, but it is neither rational, nor convincing. Exclamations from various part of the house, were echoed, and re-echoed : 'Pray, sir, leave the pulpit, your life is at hazard. Be it so, I returned, the debt of nature must be paid, and I am as ready, and as willing, to discharge it now, as I shall be fifty years hence. Yet, for your consolation, suffer me to say, I am immortal, while He who called me into existence has any business for me to perform; and when he has executed those purposes, for which He designed me, He will graciously sign my passport to realms of blessedness. With your good leave, then, I pursue my subject, and while I have a— THUS SAITH THE LORD-for every point of doctrine which I advance, not all the stones in Boston, except they stop my breath, shall shut my mouth, or arrest my testimony. The congregation was, as I have said, astonishingly large; but order and silence were gradually restored, and I had uncommon freedom in the illustration and defence of those sacred truths, which will be ultimately triumphant. Two or three succeeding lecture evenings were unmolested, when the business of stoning me in the pulpit was again resumed my friends were in terror, and, after I had closed, forming a strong phalanx around me, they attended me home. Many religious people were violent in their opposition; they insisted that I merited the severest punishment; that the old discipline for heretics ought to be put in force, and I was thus furnished with abundant reason to bless God for the religious liberty of the country of my adoption, else racks and tortures would have been put in operation against me, nor would these holy men, moved by the spirit, have stopped short of my destruction. Yet was the charge of heresy never proved against me. I was never silenced either by reason or scripture-I had called upon men every where, clergymen, or laymen, to step forward, and convict me of error; proinising, imme diately upon conviction, to relinquish the obnoxious tenet, whatever it might chance to be, and to adopt that better way, which would, in such an event, become luminous before me. Truth, and gratitude originates the confession, that in all circumstances, I have hitherto had reason to bless the God of my life, who hath promised He will be with me to the end of the world, and that all things shall work together for good. Amen, and amen. CHAPTER VII. Summary Record of Events, from January, 1775, to October, 1809. Amid the haunts of memory let me stray, WOULD the beloved preacher had continued his narrative. The Editor fondly calculating upon assistance which she believed herself authorized to expect, pledged herself to continue the sketch, even to the closing scene. But, alas! disappointed in her cherished hopes, she stands alone. Her health is broken, her spirits are depressed, and she is advanced in life; yea, doubtless, she is inadequate to the performance of her promise-But she remembers that this volume is addressed only to the friends of the dear departed, and she mournfully proceeds to its completion. Upon December 14, 1774, Mr. Murray again visited Gloucester; the numerous family of the Sargents then seated in that place embraced, in almost all its branches, the truth as it is in Jesus, and their attachment to him, whom they believed an ambassador of the Redeemer, was proportioned to their zeal. Many respectable names were added, and a little congregation was collected, who seemed to have among them but one heart, and one soul. Like the primitive Christians, they assembled daily, and they continued from house to house worshipping the only true God their Saviour. On recurrence to the journal of the preacher we find a memorandum, written upon his second visit to Gloucester, which is thus worded: Here my God grants me rest from my toils; here I have a taste of heaven. The new song is sung here, and WORTHY Is the Lamb constantly dwells upon their tongues.' Mr. Chandler's meetinghouse was not closed against the promulgator of glad tidings, until some time in January, 1775, upon the 20th of which month he made a second journey to Newburyport and Portsmouth. Those who had adhered to him in those towns, having ascertained that |