Another man, who was employed by my masteras a carter, to drive his team, whom I had often reproved for swearing, and to whom I had talked freely about the state of his soul, once answered, that he never in all his life had been troubled one minute about futurity, or what would become of him hereafter. This I told him I could not be lieve; but he confidently assured me he never had. I often therefore laboured in conversation with him to beget some serious thoughts in his mind, as he appeared so extremely insensible; but, as he had no feeling, it was very hard to reason with him; and to discourse with him about scripture was of little use, as he could neither read nor write. I however frequently continued to talk to him of his state, and of what the Saviour came to do for us; till at length he would listen to me attentively; and once or twice he went with me to hear the Gospel. I often, too, cautioned him against spending his money, and hurting his family and constitution; by which means some little restraint seemed to be laid on him for a time: but, when a suitable temptation was laid in his way, he broke through all bounds into the greatest excesses, as usual; and thus laboured hard to fetch up what he deemed lost time.

As I went early one morning to the garden, I' met him going to load his carriage. I perceived him stagger with liquor before I came near him; when he said, Gardener, give me a pinch of Philip, you are intoxicated, and

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snuff.' I replied,

have been drunk all night.' Upon this he sneered at me, hung down his head, and told me he should be drunker before night; which was really true, for he came from Wandsworth as drunk as possible. At Ewel, however, he insisted on having one pint of cyder more. The landlady refused him; but half a pint he would have, nor would he go without it; which he accordingly got. When he had drank this, he made shift to get upon the shaft of the carriage, and on Ewel Common whipped the horses into a gallop, and kept them in that pace down the first hill on the common; but in this mad career he lost his foot-hold, slipped from the shafts, and the broad wheel going over his head, shoulders, and hands, left him a trophy to Death. His name was Philip Cooke. This was another arrow from the Naked Bow of God; and happened on a day when the horse-races were at Epsom. Some people on horseback, coming down the opposite hill, saw the awful accident; and I thought God had left that spoil on the road as a check to the prancing career of pleasure-takers. I went out, and looked at the corpse as it lay on the common, and had many distressing thoughts about the infernal course which I feared his departed spirit steered. I went home and wept all the whole night long: pray for him I could not, for I knew his doom must be for ever fixed, before any petition from my mouth could reach the propitious ear of the Almighty.

The next day, being the Lord's day, I went to

was,

hear a gentleman preach at Mitcham. His tex. "We have an Advocate with the Father," &c. In which discourse he spake much of pity to our fellow-creatures, descending even to accidents, but of our unpitifulness to Christ. I took it as a reproof from God to me, as the gentleman never saw me before, nor did any there know the before-recited circumstance. The preacher was Mr. Joss, a worthy labourer in the Lord's vineyard. I thought God sent that as a reproof to me for crying all night after one who had been so thoughtless of his Maker, and so regardless of his own soul.

Having preached, exhorted, reproved, and invited, many of these poor people to Christ Jesus, I perceived I had not laboured in vain; several were effectually wrought upon; one in particular, whose name was Webb; as also his wife. This poor man appearing serious among his fellow workmen, they became much enraged against him; the more so as I preached at his house: and one of the men, being determined to get him turned out of his employment, laid a scheme to this purpose, and abused the master's ear with false reports; who accordingly told Webb that he should require such and such things from him, or he must leave the work on the Saturday following. This poor man, whom I dearly loved, came with his complaint to me; informing me also of the deep design which his fellow-workmen had formed, and of the falsehoods which they had fabricated; as also of the impossible task which the master required of him; and added,

that he was loth to lose his work, as his own parish was so far distant as Gloucestershire. I told him we would go and tell God of it; and I bid him watch and see if he did not turn all their counsel into foolishness. We accordingly prayed together every morning early, all the rest of the week; and, when Saturday night came, the master said nothing about discharging him. The enemy, seeing his measures baffled, abandoned his work, went to an alehouse, and continued a week in a state of intoxication. This circumstance set poor Webb higher in his master's favour than ever, and much incensed him against the other person. The consequence of this drinking fit was, that he was thrown into a deep decline, carried home to his own parish at Whitton in Middlesex, and, when the pains of death began to rouse his conscience, he confessed that he had, at different times, embezzled his master's property, and then bowed his head to the King of Terrors. His name was Hall. Surely with our eyes we beheld, and saw the reward of the wicked, Psalm xci. 8.

From Ewel I removed to Thames-Ditton, in Surry, where I soon received an invitation to preach the Word of God at Woking; and some time after an invitation to preach at Warpolsdon. To this invitation I acceded; and great numbers came to hear me. I delivered a discourse from these words in John's Gospel, "Dost thou believe on the Son of God?" In this work I found both freedom and power; the auditory, too, were very

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attentive. When the sermon was over there came a good-looking reputable farmer up to me, and said, God give me that faith which you have preached.' I answered, Amen; but faith is the gift of God.' The man, in consequence, began to search the scriptures, associate with those who feared God, and for several days appeared to be convinced, and very serious. But soon after this there came a clergyman to him, desiring him to mount his horse, and go a hunting with him. He was of the establishment of the Church of England, mark that! not of the Church of God; if he had he would not have gone a hunting. The farmer mounted, and went with his clerical hunter. Perhaps this hospitable act was intended to divert the farmer's mind from what is termed Methodistical melancholy. What instruction the ecclesiastical sportsman gave him I know not; but at his return from the chase he appeared a scorner, laughed at the doctrines which he had heard, and persecuted those who embraced them. But God soon stopped his persecution, by afflicting him, and throwing him on a sick bed. One of my congregation, with whom he used to associate, visited him in this situation, and asked him what he then thought of the doctrines he had formerly heard. He said he knew they were the truth, and his own conscience told him so, even when he spoke against them. However, God allowed him to hear no more, for he went to his long home ere another fortnight elapsed, at the expiration of which time I was to