desired it. A woman insisted that the Lord had spoken peace to her trembling soul at the Sacrament. Thomas Warburton asserted, that faith came to him by hearing; and that now he hates all sin with a perfect hatred, and could spend his whole life in prayer. Stephen Williams witnessed Last night I found my heart burdened in your prayer; but I repeated after you till my speech was swallowed up. Then I felt myself, as it were, fainting, falling back, and sinking into destruction; when, on a sudden, I was lifted up, my heart lightened, my burden gone; and I saw all my sins at once so black, so many-but all taken away. I am now afraid of neither death, devil, nor hell. I am happier than I can tell you. I know God has, for Christ's sake, forgiven me.' Two others, in whom I found a real work of grace begun, were Romanists, till they heard the Gospel, but are now reconciled to the Church, even to the invisible Church, or communion of Saints. A few of these lost sheep we pick up, but seldom speak of it, lest our good Protestants should stir up the Romanists to tear us in pieces. At Mr. Rolf's, a pious Dissenter, I heard of the extreme bitterness of his two Ministers, who make it their business to go from house to house, to set their people against the truth, threatening all who hear us with excommunication. So far beyond the Romanists are these moderate men advanced in persecution."-Mr. Wesley now quitted this part of the kingdom, and, visiting several towns in his way back, he came safe to Dublin on the 27th of September.

October 8th, he took his passage for England, and the next night landed at Holyhead. He wrote to a friend the following account of the dangers he had escaped. "On Saturday evening, at half past eight, I entered the small boat, and we were two hours in getting

getting to the vessel. There was not then water to cross the bar; so we took our rest till eleven on Sunday morning. Then God sent us a fair wind, and we sailed smoothly before it five hours and a half. Towards evening the wind freshened upon us, and we had full enough of it. I was called to account for a bit of cake I had eat in the morning, and thrown into violent exercise. Up or down, in the cabin or on deck, made no difference: yet in the midst of it, I perceived a distinct heavy concern, for I knew not what. It was now pitch dark, and no small tempest lay upon us. The Captain had ordered in all the sails. I kept mostly upon deck till half past eight, when, upon enquiry, ne told me, he expected to be in the harbour by nine: I answered, we would compound for ten. While we were talking, the mainsail, as I take it, got loose; at the same time the small boat, for want of fastening, fell out of its place. The Master called all hands on deck, and thrust me down into the cabin; when, in a minute, we heard a cry above, We have lost the mast!' passenger ran up, and brought us worse news, that it was not the mast, but the poor Master himself, whom I had scarcely left, when the boat, as they supposed, struck him and knocked him overboard. From that moment he was seen and heard no more. My soul was bowed before the Lord. I kneeled down, and commended the departing spirit to his mercy in Christ Jesus. I adored his distinguishing goodness. The one shall be taken, and the other left. I thought of those lines of Foung: No warning given! unceremonious death! a sudden rush from life's meridian joys; a plunge opaque beyond conjecture.' The sailors were so confounded they knew not what they did. The decks were strewed with sails; the wind shifting about the compass; we just on the shore, and the vessel driving,

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where or how they knew not. One of our cabin passengers ran to the helm, and gave orders as Captain, till they had righted the ship. But I ascribe it to our invisible Pilot, that we got safe to shore soon after ten. The storm was so high, that we doubted whether any boat would venture to fetch us. At last one answered and came. I thought it safer to lie in the vessel; but one calling, Mr. Wesley, you must come, I followed, and by eleven o'clock found out my old lodgings at Robert Griffiths. October 10th, I blessed God that I did not stay in the vessel last night: a more tempestuous one, I do not remember."-He now wrote the following thanksgiving hymn.

All praise to the LORD,
Who rules with a word

The untractable sea,

And limits its rage by his sted fast decree:

Whose providence binds,

Or releases the winds,

And compels them again

At his beck to put on the invisible chain.

Even now he hath heard

Our cry, and appear'd

On the face of the deep,

And commanded the tempest its distance to keep :

His piloting hand

Hath brought us to land,

And no longer distress'd,

We are joyful again in the haven to rest.

O that all men would raise

His tribute of praise,

His goodness declare,

And thankfully sing of his fatherly care!

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With rapture approve

His dealings of love,

And the wonders proclaim

Perform'd by the virtue of JESUS's name.

Through JESUS alone

He delivers his own,

And a token doth send

That His love shall direct us, and save to the end:

With joy we embrace

The pledge of his grace,

In a moment outfly

These storms of affliction, and land in the sky.

"At half past nine o'clock, I took horse in a perfect hurricane, and was wet through in less than ten minutes; but I rode on, thankful that I was not at sea. Near five in the afternoon, I entered the boat at BaldonFerry, with a Clergyman and others, who crowded our small crazy vessel. The water was exceedingly rough, our horses frightened, and we looking to be overset every moment. The Minister acknowledged he never was in the like danger. We were half drowned in the boat. I sat at the bottom, with him and a woman, who stuck very close to me, so that my being able to swim would not have helped me. But the Lord was my support. I cried out to my brother Clergyman, fear not Christian-the hairs of our head are all numbered. Our trial lasted near half an hour, when we landed wet and weary in the dark night. The Minister was my guide to Carnarvon; and by the way entertained me with the praises of a Lay-Preacher, he had lately heard and talked with. He could say nothing against his preaching, but heartily wished him ordained. His name, he told me, was Howel Harris. He took

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me to his own inn, and at last found out who I was, which increased our intimacy." Mr. Wesley pursued his journey to Garth, which place he reached October 13th. Here he staid about a week, and, on the 21st arrived safe in Bristol.

He now confined his labours in the Gospel, for some months, to London, Bristol, and the neighbouring places, making an occasional excursion to Garth in Wales. April 9th, 1749, he was married by his brother, at Garth, to Miss Sarah Gwynne, a young lady of good sense, piety, and agreeable accomplishments. Mr. John Wesley observes, "It was a solemn day, such as became the dignity of a christian marriage."

Stating some further Particulars concerning Mr. Charles Wesley; with an Account of his Death in

1788.

MR. Wesley's Journal now begins to fail us. There

is no account of his proceedings, sometimes for months, sometimes for years together. There are, however, a few particulars recorded till the year 1756, which may be useful and entertaining to the reader, and throw some light on the History of Methodism. i It does not appear that his marriage either interrupted

his