the preacher, whom they sought for in every corner of the house; swearing bitterly they only wanted to knock him on the head, and then they should be satisfied.'

"Not finding me there, they said, However they should catch him on Sunday at Cambourn. But it was Mr. Westell's turn to go thither on Sunday. While he was preaching there, at Mr. Harris's house, a tall man came in and pulled him down. Mr. Harris demanded his warrant. But he swore, warrant or no warrant, he should go with them so he carried him out to the mob, who took him away to the Church-town. They kept him there till Tuesday morning, and then carried him to Penzance: where, in the afternoon, he was brought before three Justices, and asked abundance of questions, to which they required him to answer upon oath. Then Dr. Burlast, wrote his Mittimus, by virtue of which he was to be committed to the House of Correction at Bodmin, as a vagrant. So they took him as far as Cambourn that night, and the next day on to Bodmin.

"I desire your continual prayers for me,

"Your weak servant in Christ,

" HENRY MILLARD."

I pray, for what pay could we procure men to do this service? to be always ready to go to prison or to death!

Henry Millard did not long continue therein. After he had for some time fought a good fight, he took the smallpox, and in a few days joyfully resigned his spirit to God.

The Justices who met at the next Quarter-Sessions at Bodmin, knowing a little more of the laws of God and man, declared Mr. Westell's commitment to be contrary to all law, and set him at liberty without delay.

Tuesday, October 30, I was desired to call on a young gentlewoman dangerously ill. But I soon found, she needed no physician for her soul, being full of righteousness and good works. However I spoke to her with all plainness : and she awoke as one out of sleep. She drank in every word, and soon perceived the want of a better righteousness than her own. But her companion sent her father word,

and she was immediately removed; so that I saw her no

more.

Sunday, November 4, Poor Richard I., who in spite of his former conviction, was now determined to renounce us, and join the Quakers, ventured, however, once more to come to the Lord's table. He had no sooner received, than he dropped down, and cried with a loud voice, "I have sinned; I have sinned against God." At that instant, many were pierced to the heart. I could hardly speak for some time. Several mourners were filled with strong consolation. And all said, "Surely God is in this place!"

About this time, I received a letter, dated from the camp at Lisle. Part of it ran as follows:

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May 1, We marched to the camp, near Brussels. There a few of us joined into a society, being sensible, where two or three are gathered together in His name, there is our Lord in the midst of them. Our place of meeting was a small wood near the camp. We remained in this camp eight days, and then removed to a place called Arsk. Here I began to speak openly, at a small distance from the camp, just in the middle of the English army. And here it pleased God to give me some evidences, that my labour was not in vain. We sung an hymn, which drew about two hundred soldiers together, and they all behaved decently. After I had prayed, I began to exhort them, and though it rained very hard, yet very few went away. Many acknowledged the truth; in particular a young man, John Greenwood by name; who has kept with me ever since, and whom God has lately been pleased to give me for a fellowlabourer. Our society is now increased to upwards of two hundred, and the hearers are frequently more than a thousand; although many say, I am mad; and others have endeavoured to incense the Field-Marshal against us. I have been sent for, and examined several times. But, blessed be God, He has always delivered me.

"Many of the officers have come to hear for themselves, often nine or ten at a time. I have endeavoured to lose no op

portunity. During our abode in the camp at Arsk, I have preached thirty-five times in seven days. One of those times a soldier who was present, called aloud to his comrades, to come away, and not hear that fool any longer. But it pleased God, to send the word spoken to his heart: so that he roared out in the bitterness of his soul, for a consi derable time: and then He who never fails those that seek Him, turned his heaviness into joy. He is now never so happy as when he is proclaiming the loving-kindness of God his Saviour.

"I was a little shocked at my first entrance on this great work, because I was alone, having none to help me. But the Lord helped me, and soon raised up William Clements, and in June, John Evans, belonging to the train, to my assistance. Since we have been in this camp, we have built two small tabernacles, in which we meet at eight in the morning, at three in the afternoon, and seven at night: and commonly two whole nights in each week.

"Since I began to write this, we are come to our winterquarters so that our society is now parted. We are some in Bruges, some in Ghent. But it has pleased the Lord, to leave neither without a teacher: for John Greenwood and I are in this city; and B. Clements and Evans are in Ghent. So that we trust our Lord will carry on his work in both places.

"We that are in Bruges have hired a small place, in which we meet. And our dear Lord is in the midst of us. Many times the tears run down every face, and joy reigns în - `every heart.

"I shall conclude with a full assurance of your prayers, with a longing desire to see you. O when will the joyful meeting be? Perhaps not on this side death. If not, my Master's will be done,

"Your unworthy brother in the Lord,

"J. H."

Sunday 11, In the evening I rode to Brentford. In the Inn where I lodged the next night, was a company of men exceeding drunk. Nature suggested, "Why should you

For you

speak to them? It will be, at best, labour lost. For may be well assured, none of them will mind one word you say." However, we spoke a few words to them. One of them immediately rose up, and said "It was all true," followed us as well as he could into our room, and appeared deeply convinced, and strongly desirous to serve a better master.

Tuesday 13, In the evening we reached Bath, and the next morning rode to Bristol. After spending a few days there and at Kingswood, on Saturday 24, I came again to London.

Sunday 25, I conversed with one, who was greatly extolling the comfortable way wherein the Brethren preach. I understood him well. One who was a believer falls into carelessness, or wilful sin. If he come to hear our preaching then, we shake all his bones in pieces. If he come to them, they stroke him and lull him asleep. O how does any backslider escape this comfortable preaching! Sunday, December 2, I was with two persons who believe, they are saved from all sin. Be it so, or not, why should we not rejoice in the work of God, so far as it is unquestionably wrought in them? For instance, I ask John C., "Do you pray always? Do you rejoice in God every moment? Do you in every thing give thanks? In loss? In pain? In sickness, weariness, disappointments? Do you desire nothing? Do you fear nothing? Do you feel the love of God continually in your heart? Have you a witness in whatever you speak or do, that it is pleasing to God?" If he can solemnly and deliberately answer in the affirmative, why do I not rejoice and praise God on his behalf? Perhaps, because I have an exceeding complex idea of sanctification, or a sanctified man. And so for fear he should not have attained all I include in that idea, I cannot rejoice in what he has attained.

After having often declared the same thing before many witnesses, this day Mr. Williams wrote a solemn retraction of the gross slanders he had been propagating for several

months, concerning my brother and me.

This he conclud

ed in these words: "Though I doubt not but you can forgive me, yet I can hardly forgive myself: I have been so ungrateful and disobedient to the tenderest of friends, who through the power of God, were my succour in all my temptations

"I intreat your prayers in my behalf, that God may restore, strengthen, stablish, and settle me in the grace to which I have been called- That God may bless you, and your dear brother, and that we may be all united again in one fellowship, is the prayer of him, who for the future, hopes to be,

"Your obedient Son and Servant,

"For Christ's sake,

"THOMAS WILLIAMS."

Monday 3, I answered the letter I had received from Flanders; an extract of which is here subjoined :

"REV. SIR,

"GHENT, NOV. 12, o. s. 1744.

"We have made bold to trouble you with this, to acquaint you with some of the Lord's dealings with us here. We have hired two rooms, one small one, wherein a few of us meet every day at one o'clock; and another large one for public service, where we meet twice a day, at nine in the morning, and four in the afternoon and the hand of the Omnipotent God is with us, to the pulling down of the strong holds of Satan.

"The seventh instant, when we were met together in the evening, as I was at prayer, one that was kneeling by me, cried out (like a woman in travail) My Redeemer! my Redeemer!' Which continued about ten minutes. When he was asked, 'What was the matter;' he said, 'He had found that which he had often heard of; that is, a heaven upon earth' and some others had much a-do to forbear crying out in the same manner.

"Dear Sir, I am a stranger to you in the flesh: I know not if I have seen you above once, when I saw you preaching on Kennington-Common; and then I hated you, as