hymn that speaks of Jefus as the subject of angelic fongs ?" &c. She was then much spent, but after a little fhe found herfelf better, and able to converfe. Soon after being told Coufin J. Roe was below, the defired to fee him. He came at her request, and read the hymn fhe had mentioned: though with many tears. Indeed none could refrain; it was a folemn season to all prefent, while fhe feemed to rejoice with joy unspeakable. The following verses were peculiarly bleffed to her.

"Burft ye emerald gates! and bring

To my raptured vifion,

All the extatic joys that spring
Round the bright ely fian:
Lo! we lift our longing eyes!
Break ye intervening skies;
Son of Righteoufsness arise;
Ope the gates of paradise.

Floods of everlasting light
Freely flash before him:
Myriads with fupreme delight
Inftantly adore him.

Angel-trumps refound his fame,
Lutes of fhining gold proclaim
All the mufic of his name,
Through eternity the fame.

Four and twenty elders rife,

From their princely station:

Shout his glorious victories,

Sing the great falvation:

Caft their crowns before his throne,

And proftrate they adore him;

Cry in reverential tone

Holy! holy holy One!

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To Coufin Roe fhe faid, "The Lord favours me, in a peculiar manner. I have no pain; and, after all my unworthiness, he gives me to rejoice in his love on a fick and dying bed. His condefcenfion is fo great, that at times a sense of it almost overpowers me: he is a precious Saviour! indeed he is! and thofe who cleave to him, with a fincere heart, will ever find him fo. He knows I am fincere, though very undeferving; and all that I have ever feared, or that has haraffed my mind, was, left others fhould think me more than I am: I would not deceive any one by profeffing more than I poffefs; no, it would be an awful thing to do that. I would be fincere: it is good to be fincere; we shall all find it fo, when we come to a death-bed; and I wish we all lived to God more than we have yet ever done. What is the world, or any thing in it? Jefus is all! and I fhall praise him for ever; I know I fhall!" I shall never forget her looks, as she spoke these words. She was more like an inhabitant of heaven just defcended, than any thing elfe. Such was her extafy of joy and praife, her sparkling eyes, and outspread arms, that it appeared as if body and foul were just then taking flight to her immortal home.

When Coufin 7. Roe took leave, fhe gave him her hand, faying, "I wish you well Mr. Roe. May the Lord bless you! I love my friends, and can pray for my enemies, if I have any but perhaps I have no enemies; but if I should, I can pray for them." About feven at night he called to us to fing, "He comes, he comes," &c. and fung with us fo loud, that we were amazed; efpecially at that verfe,

"From heaven angelic voices found,
See the Almighty Jefus crowned;
Girt with omnipotence and grace:
And glory decks the Saviour's face."

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The last verfe alfo, fhe was heard to fing by those who were below in the house; and many times that night she cried, "Precious Jefus! Sweet Saviour! I do love thee!"

January 18th, She had a violent fit of coughing, and na. ture feemed in agonies. Mr. R. faid, My dear, this is hard work. On this fhe turned her face to him, and faid with a heavenly finile, "No, my dear, it is not! No, no, it is not hard! Jefus makes it fweet: he suffered much more for me!" At another time, in the like fituation, fhe cried "Sweet Jefus help! O my precious Saviour! Thou wilt help me!" I faid, What cause have you to be thankful my love, that you are enabled to bear all the afflictive will of God with fuch patience and refignation? This is a proof indeed of his love to you, and also of what he has done in you, and for you: and I believe you do not feel a murmuring thought at any time. " O, no my dear, faid fhe, I should be very ungrateful if I did, for I am fenfible it is the Lord's goodness, and I am thankful it is fo." I told her those words are juft now impreffed on my mind,

"In the laft hour thou wilt defend,

And love and fave her to the end."

She faid, "They are fweet lines; repeat them again." I did fo, and also that hymn, Happy foul thy days are ended, &c. and that verfe,

"In fuffering be thy love my peace,

In weakness be thy love my power,"

and her foul feemed all the time lifted up to heaven in filent prayer and praise. When I had ended, fhe faid, "The Lord will reward you, my love; you are a great comfort to me; I am fure he will blefs you for my fake."

When he asked her, Is your mind composed and refigned? the faid, "Yes; I am fure all is well: the Lord

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knows best what to do: I go but a little before you." He faid, O my dear, if it were confiftent with the will of God, and the good of the dear children, how should I wish to go with you!"Nay, nay, my dear, faid fhe, that would not be right! your work is not done: the Lord will spare you, and make you more useful than you have ever been." He asked, Can you believe that I fhall meet you in glory? She faid, "Yes; I have no doubt of your coming there: if I doubted of either, it would be of myfelf; but I cannot doubt:" we shall meet to part no more." He asked, If your fifter fhould not come in time to fee you, can you be refigned? "Yes, my dear, said she, quite refigned. I wished her to come, that she might fee I have been fituated comfortably, and happily; and I thought it might be a comfort to you to have her here; but I am entirely fatisfied. The will of the Lord is beft."

[To be continued.]

An Account of Mr. JOHN HOSKINS: in a Letter to the Rev. John Wesley.

[Continued from page 88.]

UGUST 10, 1780. Three weeks after, another fifter died happy in God. In her laft fickness, fome of her neighbours, who were self-righteous, came to fee her. She exhorted them, with great earneftnefs to repent: and told them if they did not, they would go to hell.-Though she had fome conflicts with the enemy, fhe had not a doubt of the love of God in all her illness; which was about three weeks. Hearing of the work of God, in this place, people from feveral harbours (or parishes) many miles diflance, came on purpose to enquire, and to fee into the truth of it. Five

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or fix from a village eight miles off, (called Ifland-Cove) have been here, and heard, and felt for themselves the truth as it is in Jefus. They have now built a house for divine service in their own place, where they meet together to worship God in fpirit and in truth. There are thirty of them joined in Society; twenty are believers, the reft (almoft the whole place) are seeking the Lord.

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Blessed be the Lord, his work goes on fwiftly here, and in feveral parts of this ifland; but in Harbourgrace and Carbonear where Mr. Coughlan laboured, it is dwindled almoft to nothing, chiefly by means of Calvinifm and Antinomianifm. muft beg your prayers for me, that I may not hinder his work. For I am a poor, weak, and helpless creature: flow of heart to believe; unable to do anything for God as I ought, or would. But there is one circumftance that gives me encouragement; we are defpifed and perfecuted for Chrift's fake. Our enemies have threatened to pull our church down; and the merchants have given out, that they will fend me out of the country.

At the time God wrought powerfully on the fouls of the people, they fent for Mr. Thomy. He came near fifty miles, and preached to, and exhorted them to continue in the faith; when God bleffed the word to many fouls. But the enemy ftirred up fome of the Irish to perfecute him. Accordingly feveral of them came one evening. armed with clubs, and fwore they would kill him. While he was. preaching they came into the church, and one, with his club, ftruck at him, in order to cleave his fkulf; but miffed him, and ftruck the candle flick. The people then got between, and pushed them off. As he was going to his lodgings, feveral more, with clubs, came in fury, like men athirst for blood, and fwore they would kill him. They foamed at the mouth, and came towards him, crying, Where is he! where is he! But, though he paffed by, very near to them, they could not fee him: fo he got away from them unhurt.

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