runs many miles both east and west, and it is well cultivated throughout.

I preached at five in a large loft, capable of containing five or six hundred people: but it was not full; many being afraid of its falling, as another did some years before : by which several of the hearers were so much hurt, and one so bruised, that she died in a few days.

Tuesday 11, I was at a loss where to preach, the person who owned the loft refusing to let me preach there, or even in the yard below. And the Commanding officer being asked for the use of the Barrack-yard, answered, “It is not a proper place. Not (said he) that I have any objection to Mr. Wesley. I will hear him if he preach under the gallows." It remained, to preach in the street; and by this mean the congregation was more than doubled. Both the officers and soldiers gave great attention, till a poor man, special drunk, came marching down the street, attended by a popish mob, with a club in one hand, and a large cleaver in the other, grievously cursing and blaspheming; and swearing-he would cut off the preacher's head. It was with difficulty that I restrained the troopers, especially them that were not of the society. When he came nearer, the Mayor stept out of the congregation, and strove by good words to make him quiet; but he could not prevail: on which he went into his house, and returned with his white wand. At the same time he sent for two Constables, who presently came with their staves. He charged them not to strike the man, unless he struck first: but this he did immediately, as soon as they came within his reach, and wounded one of them in the wrist. On this he knocked him down, which he did three times, before he would submit. The Mayor then walked before, the Constables on either hand, and conducted him to gaol.

Wednesday 12, In the evening I preached in the new house at Cork, very near as large as that in Dublin; and far better finished in every respect, though at four hundred pounds less expense.

Monday 17, Walking up the Red-house Walk (which

runs between two rows of meadows, with the river winding through them, and a chain of fruitful hills on the right hand and on the left) I saw the plain reason, why strangers usually complain of the unwholesomeness of the water in Cork. Many women were filling vessels with the river water, (which is that commonly used in the City, for tea and most other purposes) when the tide was at the height. Now although this is not salt, yet it cannot but affect both the stomach and bowels of tender persons.

Wednesday 19, I preached in the evening on Christ crucified, to the Jews a stumbling-block and to the Greeks foolishness: while I was speaking, a gentleman in the gallery, cried out with a loud voice, and swore to it, "I am of the Church: I stand up for the Church: I will shed my blood for the Church." But finding none to contradict him, he sat down, and I finished my discourse.

Thursday 20, One came in a great consternation, to inform us, Capt. F. (the gentleman who spoke) was raising a mob against the evening. This report spread up and down, and greatly increased the congregation. But no mob appeared, nor was there any disturbance, but such a blessing as we have seldom found: I suppose in answer to the prayers of many, who had been earnestly crying unto. God.

On Sunday last I was desired by one to call on her dying father, tho' she said he was speechless and senseless. But as soon as I spoke, he appeared sensible: while we prayed, he recovered his speech. The next day he was able to walk abroad, but continued deeply serious. On Friday 21, his illness returned, and he lay down and died in peace.

Monday 24, I preached in the Market-place at Kinsale. Tuesday 25, I walked to the Fort. It commands the entrance of the harbour, and has three tier of guns, one over the other. It is built upon the firm rock; is of a large extent, and the upper part of a great height from the water. But all is out of repair: many of the cannon are dismounted; most of them unfit for service; so that many think a second rate man-of-war, might take it in a few hours time.

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At one I preached in the Exchange. Abundance of soldiers, and the Colonel, with several officers, were present. So that I conceived some hopes that the seed sown even at Kinsale, will not all be lost.

At five I preached in the Market-house at Innishannon, to a very large and well-behaved congregation, and then went on to Bandon.

Friday 28, I rode out with Mrs. Jones, as I did every day, to save her life, if possible. From the hill we had a fair view of Castle Barnard, with the park adjoining; in which, a few years ago, Judge Barnard used to take such delight. Indeed it is a beautiful place in every respect. The house is one of the most elegant I have seen in the kingdom, both as to the structure and the situation, standing on the side of a fruitful hill, and having a full command of the vale, the river, and the opposite mountain. The ground near the house is laid out with the finest taste, in gardens of every kind, with a wilderness, canals, fish-ponds, waterworks, and rows of trees in various forms. The park includes part of each hill, with the river between, running through the meadow and lawns, which are tufted over with trees of every kind, and every now and then a thicket or grove. The Judge finished his plan, called the land after his name, and dropped

into the dust.

Sunday 30, I returned to Cork. About that time I received a letter from Mr. Gillies, part of which follows:

"The Lord hath been pleased to inflict a heavy stroke upon us, by calling home his faithful servant Mr. Ward-. robe. Concerning his death, a Christian friend writes thus, May 7, four in the morning:

'I am just come from witnessing the last sighs of one dear to you, to me, and to all that knew him: Mr. Wardrobe died last night. He was seized on sabbath last, just as he was going to the Kirk, with a most violent cholic, which terminated in a mortification of his bowels. The circumstances of his death are worthy to be recorded. With what pleasure he received the message, and went off in all the triumph of a conqueror! Crying out, My

warfare is accomplished: I have fought the good fight: My victory is completed. Crowns of grace shall adorn this head (taking off his cap) and palms be put into these hands. Yet a little while and I shall sing for ever. I know that my Redeemer liveth. When he was within a few moments of his last, he gave me his hand, and a little after said, Now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace; for mine eyes have seen thy salvation. Were I to repeat half what he spoke, I should write you three hours. It shall suffice at this time to say, that as he lived the life, so he died the death of a Christian. We weep not for him: we weep for ourselves. I wish we may know how to improve this awful judgment, so as to be also ready, not knowing when our Lord cometh.'

"Mr. Adams, minister of Falkirk, writes thus: On Friday night, about ten, I witnessed Mr. Wardrobe's (of Bathgate) entrance into the joy of his Lord. But, ah! who can help mourning the loss to the Church of Christ? His amiable character gave him a distinguished: weight and influence; which his Lord had given him to value, only for its subserviency to his honour and glory. He was suddenly taken ill on the last Lord's-day, and from his first moment believed it was for death. I went to see him on Thursday evening, and heard some of the liveliest expressions of triumphant faith, zeal for the glory of Christ and the salvation of souls, mixed with the most amiable humility and modesty. Yet a little while, said he, and this mortal shall put on immortality. Mortality shall be swallowed up of life: This vile body fashioned like to his glorious body! O for the victory! I shall get the victory. I know in whom I have believed. Then with a remarkably audible voice, lifting up his hands he cried out, O for a draught of the well of the water of life, that I may begin the song before I go off to the Church triumphant! I go forth in thy name, making mention of thy righteousness, even thine only. I die at the feet of mercy. Then stretching out his arms, he put his hand upon his head, and with the most serene, steady, and majestic eye I ever saw,

looking upwards, he said, Crowns of grace, crowns of grace, and palms in their hands! O Lord God of truth, into thy hands I commend my spirit! After an unexpected revival, he said, 0, I fear his tarrying, lest the prospect become more dark. I sometimes fear he may spare me to live, and be less faithful than he has helped me to be hitherto. He said to me, You that are ministers, bear a proper testimony against the professors of this age, who have a form of godliness without the power. Observing some of his people about his bed, he said, May I have some seals among you! O where will the ungodly and sinners of Bathgate appear? Labour all to be in Christ. Then he stretched out his hand to several, and said, Farewell, farewell, farewell! And now, O Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee! Once or twice, he said, Let me be laid across the bed to expire, where I have sometimes prayed and sometimes meditated with pleasure. He expressed his grateful sense of the assiduous care which Mr. Wardrobe of Cult had taken of him and on his replying, Too much could not be done for so valuable a life,' said, O speak not so, or you will provoke God. Glory be to God, that I have ever had any regard paid me, for Christ's sake. I am greatly sunk under the event. O help by your prayers, to get the proper submission and improvement.'

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Thursday, June 3, I received a remarkable letter from a Clergyman, with whom I had been a day or two before. Part of it ran thus:

'I had the following account from the gentlewoman herself, a person of piety and veracity. She is now the wife of Mr. JB, silversmith at Cork.

"About thirty years ago I was addressed by way of marriage, by Mr. Richard Mercier, then a volunteer in the army. The young gentleman was quartered at that time in Charleville, where my father lived, who approved of his addresses, and directed me to look upon him as my future husband. When the regiment left the town, he promised to return in two months, and marry me. From Charleville he went to Dublin, thence to his father's, and from thence