plied, You have got the prize; I know you have life.'-Dear fir, I muft here inform you that, when my wife went out that night, I felt much for her after she was gone, knowing how poorly fhe was, and how low she seemed in her mind. As foon as I could I retired in private, to entreat the Lord to ftrengthen her, and protect her safely back again; when all at once I was led with fuch energy to beg that the word might be made effectual to beget life in her foul, and was fo perfuaded that it would, that I waited with the greatest anxiety for her return, and fhould have been much disappointed had it not been the cafe. But bleffed, for ever bleffed, be the Lord, I had a full answer to my prayers, and much enlargement of foul that night-I shall never forget it.

From that moment till the day of her death, it might truly be faid of her, that she gave all diligence to make her calling and election fure. She had immediately the Spirit of grace and fupplication poured out upon her, and I know. fhe found great nearness to God in private prayer. The word of God, which had all the while till now been as a fealed book, began to be opened to her; and I really could but wonder at the progress she made, and fo do many others now, who could fee God's good hand towards her.

I could mention many fermons which God made a great bleffing to her, but am fearful I fhall be tedious; only I muft here observe, that

the book entitled "The Destruction of Death," &c. fhe prized next to the Bible, it was fo bleffed to her, as far as fhe could then go with it. She was naturally of a quiet difpofition, and had but little to say in conversation; but was very obfervant of the bleffed Spirit's operations on her own foul; and in about eighteen months time was brought to enjoy fo much of the love of God, and could speak with fuch a favour and certainty about it, as made feveral good people greatly to admire God's goodness to her.

Her defire to hear the word was always very great; and, though our little family was at times a great hinderance, yet fhe embraced every opportunity, both winter and fummer, and all weathers, which I believe was the means of haftening her death in the end, for fhe was feldom free from colds, which at laft fettled on her lungs, and brought on a gradual decline, for the last two years. On Sunday, the 4th of March laft, fhe fet out for chapel very weak, faying fhe would try her ftrength once more. With great difficulty fhe got up; but on her return, coming down Holborn, she stood ftill to let a coach turn up Hatton Garden, when a drunken man ran with full force against her, and beat her with great violence under the horses; and the wheel is fuppofed to have paffed over her fhoulder, which diflocated it, and bruifed her head. She was brought home to me in a coach. The doc

tor fet her fhoulder, and faid he hoped she would foon do well: but, when he came to fee her the next day, he told me not to flatter myfelf, for fhe would not live long-fhe might do well with refpect to her hurt, but her lungs were quite gone; which was a great blow to me.-This Providence feemed rather flaggering to us both; fhe was at firft exercifed with much fpiritual defertion; but it pleafed God, after about a month, to vifit her again with much of his prefence, and then he talked much of his goodnefs to her. She now read "The Deftruction of Death" over again, faying, fhe could now follow Mr. Huntington to the very end of it; and that the had been enabled to exercife every grace therein mentioned, and had certainly found life at different times in them all. She had not the leaft fear of death, but often longed earneftly for it. In her illness fhe once dreamed that fle was at chapel, and faw a fmall shock of corn, which grew right under your pulpit; and that it was fo ripe and brown, it only wanted to be cut down. In relating it she faid, I know what it means.'

She was excrcifed at times with much spiritual defertion, which taught her how dependent the was on the bleffed Spirit for every drop of confolation but the faid, "He ftill leaves his witnefs, at the worft of times, to the reality of his own work, and I am not at all afraid of coming short at laft.' She called me to her a little be

fore fhe died, and defired me to give her kindeft love to you. Tell him,' faid fhe, I am a witness of the truth of his doctrine, let others fay what they may; and it will do for me to die by.' She was continually inquiring after Mr. Jenkins's welfare, his letters having been very useful to her at times.

A little before fhe died fhe told me, one evening, that she had had a wifit from her dear Saviour, that he had been with her all that day, and fuch fweet familiarity fhe had enjoyed, that fhe could not defcribe it, and defired me to read the Song of Solomon all over to her.

S'e found much of the path of tribulation all through her walk, and was deeply exercised with the plague of the heart, and acknowledged that The found corrupt nature juft as bad to the laft; that she had not one good work to plead, but found herself to be juft fuch as the Saviour promifes to fave; that she never was fuffered to lay a prefumptuous claim on him, nor exceed what God had himself done for her, and now found her claim ftood fast in the day of trial. She fuffered much in body, and was not expected to live one hour after another for the laft month. But three days before her death fhe was delivered of a child, which lived about thirty hours: from that time fhe could fcarcely fpeak, but retained her fenfes to the laft, and died in fweet peace on Monday the 18th of June, in the 36th year of her

age, and was interred on the Saturday following, at her own requeft, in Bunhill Fields, where a few that loved her met and fang a hymn over her.

She had a fhort interview with you about a year ago laft February at the veftry, when you cordially received her. She told you then that we lived at Lambeth, in the fame houfe with Benjamin Thatcher

ray, ir, excufe the liberty I have taken; and may the Lord ftill continue to comfort and fupport you,

Prays your much indebted friend

And well-wisher,

ROBERT EEDES.

THE END.

T. Bensley, Printer, Bolt Court, Fleet Street, London.