parted he promised he would give himself to the Lord, and go with his father to class-meeting. Five years he walked in wisdom's ways, and then finished his course with joy. O how do these things humble my soul in the dust! With a heart deeply affected with my nothingness, I sweetly fall at the feet of Jesus,

"And the Lover of sinners adore."

Yes, I will give all honour to my precious Jesus alone. His love is as a fire in my heart while I am writing, constraining me to cry out,—

"O how precious! O how precious!

Is the sound of Jesu's name."

But I must leave this delightful subject, and go on to record more of his wondrous works.

Can I forget the happy seasons, and manifestations of the power of God, which I have witnessed at Bicton-Mill, with my brother Body and his family? No, never by me can these things be forgotten; particularly while at one time conversing with his eldest daughter, Mary. She had for some time known her acceptance in Christ, but now she said, "I want to be cleansed from inbred sin, and to love God with all my heart." I told her, "The will of God is your sanctification; and God himself has expressly said, 'I will sprinkle clean water upon you, and ye shall be clean: a new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you.' Here,"

said I, "the eternal God speaks to you. Take him at his word; and, at once 'reckon yourself to be dead indeed unto sin, and alive unto God, through Jesus Christ."" She obeyed the command; and, through an act of faith in the atonement, entered into the glorious rest of the people of God:

"A rest where all our soul's desire

Is fix'd on things above;

Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,

Cast out by perfect love."

She now told me she felt the blood of Christ had cleansed her from all sin. I corresponded with her for some years. She was a burning and a shining light; but the Lord did not leave her long a member of his church below. A short time before she was taken ill, she said to her sister, "I dreamed last night I was with you and others in a prayer-meeting. It was a blessed time, and we were all happy in God. But it seemed to me I was suspended in the air, above you all." She died in the faith, leaving a blessed testimony behind her that she is gone to glory.

The first time I visited Callington, a friend asked me to take a walk before meeting. We called on Mr. Jope, and I fell into conversation with his daughter Nancy, on the necessity of preparing to meet God, and the danger of delaying such an important work. After I left her, her spiritual state so lay on my mind, that I

could sleep but little during the whole night. In the morning, I felt it a duty impressed on my mind to see her again before I left Callington. It was not a little cross "to flesh and blood;" but I saw I must do it. So I went to her, and delivered my own soul. She wept much, promised to give herself to God, and to unite with his people. The next time I came into that neighbourhood, I found her at a friend's house where I took tea; she was then concerned for her soul, but in a state of bondage, and quite unacquainted with the plan of salvation. I spoke to her of Jesus Christ, and of the punishment which he had borne in his own body on her account; and showed her that now there was nothing wanting but faith on her part. Afterwards, in an exhortation at the chapel, I offered, in my simple way, Christ as a full, free, and present Saviour, able and willing to save unto the uttermost. When I came out of the meeting, she caught hold of my arm, and said in the fulness of her heart, "I am happy : I am happy. These words were applied to my mind,

Thy debt 's discharged,―thy ransom 's paid ;-
My Father must forgive ;'

and I instantly believed, and received the pardon of sins." She has since been ranked among my much-esteemed correspondents.

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I have sometimes had seasons of remarkable visitation from the presence of the Lord. I well remember on one occasion, while paying a visit to my Camborne friends, I was one night in bed, so filled-so overpowered with the glory of God, that, had there been a thousand suns shining at noon-day, the brightness of that divine glory would have eclipsed the whole! strained to shout aloud for joy. overwhelming power of saving grace. was that I again received the impress of the seal, and the earnest of the Spirit in my heart. Beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, I was changed into the same image from glory to glory by the Spirit of the Lord. Language fails in giving but a faint description of what I then experienced. I can never forget it in time, nor to all eternity. Many years before, perhaps not fewer than thirty, I was sealed by the Spirit in a somewhat similar manner. While walking one day between Mousehole and drawn to turn aside from the under the canopy of heaven prayer. I had not long been engaged with God, before I was so visited from above, and overpowered by the divine glory, that my shouting could be heard at a distance. It was a weight of glory that I seemed incapable of bearing in the body, and I therefore cried out, (perhaps unwisely,) "Lord, stay thine hand!" In this

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glorious baptism, these words came to my heart with indescribable power, "I have sealed thee unto the day of redemption."

Giving glory to my God, I can say to the present moment, I feel the blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth me from all sin. I am become a living temple, glorious all within. I can now love God with all my heart, with all my mind, and with all my strength. My inward heaven of joy and peace was, I think, never so great as of late. O Lord, help me to make some suitable return of love and gratitude! O stupendous redeeming grace ! Feelingly can I sing this

verse,

"O Love, thou bottomless abyss!

My sins are swallow'd up in thee;
Cover'd is my unrighteousness,

Nor spot of guilt remains on me,
While Jesu's blood through earth and skies,
Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries!"

[In recording some of the preceding incidents, my father has anticipated the time. It appears, that, in some instances, after he had made the first record, subsequent occurrences led him to make additions. This is particularly the case in the interesting account of Mr. Robert Jose's family, at Teague's Gate. My father, having now finished his recollections, proceeds with his narrative in the form of a journal.]

JAN. 10th, 1817.-I have just returned from visiting the friends at Mabe. At the monthly