is written in a strong and masculine manner, and is worthy to be joined with Mr. Walker's plain and clear account of that other amazing scene of providence.

Tuesday 15, I read an account of the Irish Rebellion, wrote by Dr. Curry, a Papist of Dublin, who labours to wash the Ethiop white, by numberless falsehoods and prevarications: but he is treated according to his merit by Mr. Harris, in a tract entitled, "Fiction Unmasked." In the evening I preached under the Castle wall, to a very numerous congregation, though some of the Quakers (so called) had laboured much, to dissuade their people from coming. And one poor man, lately reclaimed by hearing our preachers, from a course of open, scandalous sin, they did persuade to stay at home. When he turns back to his vomit, who shall answer for his blood.

Wednesday 26, I walked round the poor remains of the Castle. The situation is extremely fine. It stands on the top of a gently-rising hill, commanding the prospect all four ways, and having rows of tall trees reaching down to the vale on three sides, with a grove covering it on the north east. But the house, as well as the gardens round about it, are now utterly run to ruin. I wonder none has rebuilt it: unless there is a curse on the place, for the sins of its former inhabitants!

Thursday 26, I finished Mr. Spearman's enquiry, an ingenious, sensible book. But I cannot at all agree with his scheme; I still think Mr. Hutchinson's whole system, is not only quite unsupported by Scripture, but loaded with

insuperable difficulties. I cannot yet see the pos

sibility of any motion, without so much as a Vaccum Disseminatum. Is it not flatly impossible, if all be full, and all matter be impenetrable? Much less can I conceive, how the streams of light and air can move continually in opposite directions, and that in space absolutely full, without jostling with each other!

In the evening I preached at Portarlington. Both this day and the next I was much concerned for my rich, gay hearers, and God gave me such a word for them, as I scarcely ever

had before. Hence at his earnest request, I rode over to Mr. L- who said, "He could not die in peace till he had seen me." For some time he had been quite distracted: but he spoke quite sensibly yesterday, while Mr. Swindells was there, saying, with many tears, "He had never prospered in any thing, since he used Mr. W so ill." That night he had sound and refreshing sleep, which he had not had for many weeks before: and when we called, most of what he said was reasonable and connected. Perhaps God may put an end to the troubles, which have lately encompassed him on every side.

Saturday 29, I preached in the Market-place at Mountmellick in the evening, and at eight in the morning. At eleven I went to Church. Soon after, seven or eight troopers came into the same pew. Several were in the next pew, and others scattered up and down the Church. In the middle of the service a person came in, and whispered to one of them in our pew. Soon after, another person came in, and whispered to the Corporal. Several of them then whispered together; after which four went out, but quickly returned, with many swords and pistols. After whispering together again, they all rose up from all parts, and went out of the Church in a body. This put the whole congregation in an uproar, and many ran out in all haste. Afterwards the secret appeared to be this. Three weeks ago, a man of the town grossly abused a trooper, whose patience at length being worn out, he gave him a cut across the head. A report now came, that the man was dead. On this the mob gathered, to seize the trooper: but the others resolved, not to give him up to a mob, but to the Peace-officer. I suppose most of the protestants in the town, were present at the evening sermon. Many Papists also stood in the skirts of the congregation, though liable to heavy penance for it. I preached much longer than I am accustomed, finding it an acceptable time. Well might Kempis say, "He rides easily, whom the grace of God carries."

Monday, May 1, I strove to put an end to the bitter contentions which had well nigh torn the Society in pieces. I

heard the contending parties face to face, and desired ther to speak at large. God gave his blessing therewith the snare was broken, and they were cordially reconciled. Only one person was out of all patience, and formally renounced us all but within an hour God broke her heart also, and she asked pardon with many tears. So there is reason to hope, they will for the time to come, bear one another's burdens.

In the evening I preached at Tullamore, not only to a large number of Protestants, but to many Papists, and almost all the troopers in the town. Tuesday 2, I wrote a short answer to Dr. Free's weak, bitter, scurrilous invective, against the people called Methodists. But I doubt, whether I shall meddle with him any more. He is too dirty a writer for me to touch.

Wednesday 3, I preached at four in the afternoon at Coolylough, and at eight in the morning after which I rode on to Tyrrel's-pass. The letters which I received here, were seasonable as rain in the time of drought. I had before found much weariness; but God thereby gave a check to my faintness of spirit, and enabled me to gird up the loins of my mind.

In the evening, the weather being calm and mild, I preached on the side of a meadow, the people standing before me, one above another, on the side of a gently-rising hill and many did indeed, at that hour, taste and see that the Lord is gracious.

Friday 5, In the evening I preached at Drumcree, in the new room, built in the taste of the Country. The roof is thatch, and the walls mud; on which a ladder was suspended by ropes of straw. Hence we rode to Rosmead. The congregation here was not large, but deeply serious. Afterwards I Sunday 7, I preached at eight and at five.

was desired to make a collection for a distressed family. Mr. Booker, the Minister of the Parish, willingly stood at the door to receive it: and encouraged all that went by, to be merciful after their power. Monday 8, I rode to

Newry, and preached at seven to a large and serious congregation.

Tuesday 9, We rode by the side of the canal, through a pleasant vale, to Terry-hugan. The room built on purpose for us here, is three yards long, two and a quarter broad, and six feet high. The walls, floor, and ceiling are mud and we had a clean, chaff bed. At seven I preached in a neighbouring ground, having a rock behind me, and a large congregation sitting on the grass before me. Thence we retired to our hut, and found it true: Licet sub paupere tecto

Reges et regum vita præcurrere amicos.

Wednesday 10, I suppose all the inhabitants of the village with many others, were present at five in the morning. Among these was a poor woman, brought to bed ten days before, who had walked four Irish miles, (seven English ) with her child in her arms, to have it baptized by me. An-` `other, who lived at Terry-hugan, had earnestly desired the same thing, if she were delivered before I left the Country. She was delivered two or three hours before the preaching. So God gave her what she asked of him.

In riding to Lisburn, I read Mr. Rollin's Ancient History. Could so masterly a writer make such palpable blunders ? Or are they owing to the Translator? I have observed many as gross as that in the Fourth Volume. "A revered old age was the fruit of Gelon's wisdom-He was succeeded by Hiero, his eldest brother. This young prince "How ? if Gelon enjoyed revered old age, could his eldest brother be young after his death?

Abundance of people attended the preaching in the evening, as well as in the morning. Friday 12, I preached about noon at Comber, and then rode on to Newtown. This seems to have been a place of strength, large fragments of walls still remaining. I preached at seven on the Green, to the largest congregation I have seen since I came into the kingdom. All were quietly attentive, and when I had done, went away in deep silence.

Saturday 13, We went into the Church, the Burial-place

of Mr. Colvin's father and ancestors. The quire, turned into a Chapel many years ago, is grand, and finely finished : but as no man cares for it, since the estate was sold, it is swiftly running to ruin. In the evening we had a larger congregation than before. I was afraid my voice would not reach them all. But God gave me strength, so that I believe every one present might hear distinctly. Sunday 14, I preached in the Market-house at Belfast about one, and in the Courthouse at Carrickfergus in the evening.

Monday 15, I rode over the mountains to Larn, a small sea-port, ten miles North of Carrickfergus. The sun shone bright and exceedingly hot, and the wind was pretty high. They fixed the table just fronting the mid-day sun, and where an eddy of wind poured in continually. And it was well they did; for the sun tempered the wind, so that I could bear both better than either. I suppose most of the town were present, rich and poor and I believe the word of God did not return empty. In the evening I preached at Carrick again. The old Earl of Donnegal, one of the richest peers in Ireland, took much pleasure here in his stately house, surrounded by large and elegant gardens: but his only son proved an idiot. And the present heir regards them not. So the roof of the house is fallen in; and the horses and sheep which feed in the gardens, make wild work with the parterres, and curious trees, which the old Lord so carefully planted.

saw.

Tuesday 16, We rode to Lurgan. In the morning I walked to Lough-Neagh, the most beautiful lake I ever On the South-east shore stands a small mount, supposed to be raised by the Danes: on the top of which is a kind of arbour, benched round with turf, which might contain twenty or thirty people. This was the hottest day I ever felt in Ireland: nearly as hot as any I remember in Georgia. The next morning I was desired to see the house of an eminent scholar near the town. The door into the yard we found nailed up; but we got in at a gap which was stopped with thorns. I took the house at first for a very old barn, but was assured he had built it within five years: not