one of which died that eminent minister of Jesus Christ, Thomas Walsh. After a long and severe conflict with the powers of darkness, while a few of his brethren were praying for him in an adjoining room, he burst into a transport of joy, exclaiming→ "He is come! He is come! My Beloved is mine and I am is his for ever!"-and sweetly fell asleep in Jesus.

Last night, I assisted Mr. Waugh in holding what I think he called the ninetieth watch-night meeting, held in this chapel. My sensations were peculiarly humbling, when reflecting, "I am now standing in a pulpit once so effectually occupied by the Wesleys and the' seraphic Fletcher." The Lord has lately honoured this consecrated place by the conversion of many sinners.

As you have heard of the revival here, I need say but little more at present, than, that it is still advancing, though not with such power as it did a few weeks back. I leave for Limerick in a few days. I am glad the remarks in the postcript of my letter of the 13th July, to **** drove Mr. ***** from his intrenchments. The manœuvres to which he has recourse, may be allowable in war, but not in religion. It seems, his present defence is morality; and, I will venture to say, it is the only rampart between him and hell, and a flimsy one it is. Allow me, however, to tell him, that I fear he is more deeply involved in sin than ever. For a man who admits that he has never experienced remission of sins, nor regeneration, to claim, at the same time, an exemption from the necessity of such a change as those terms imply, on grounds of strict morality, one cannot think of him under any other impression, than that of his running with fearful presumption, against that awful declaration of the Holy Ghost," If we say that we have no sin, we de

ceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.' The following verse is plainer, and explains the former; "If we say that we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us." 1 John, i. 8—10. It is also written, "for by the works of the law," that is by morality, "shall no flesh be justified.' Whatever such starving samples of morality may avail for the heathen in another day, I am sure, they will be quite useless to him who has been made acquainted with the plan of salvation by Jesus Christ. "The moralist," says one, "rejects the offers of God's mercy through the Gospel, and looks for it through another channel. He challenges the approbation of his Judge, on the measure and worth of his performances, and puts away from him, that righteousness of Christ, in the measure of which there is no short-coming. Is he not, by this attitude, holding out against God, and that too, on a question where the justice of God stands committed against him? Is not the poor sinner of a day, entering into a fearful controversy with all the plans, and all the perfections of the Eternal ? Is it difficult to conceive every attribute of the Divinity gathering into a frown of deeper indignation against the daringness of him who thus demands the favour of the Almighty on some plea of his own, and resolutely declines it on that only plea under which the acceptance of the sinner can be in harmony with the glories of God's holy and inviolable character ? To sin is to defy God; but the presumptuous thought that he will smile complacency upon it, involves another and more deliberate attack upon his government; and all its sanctions, and all its severities, are let loose upon us in greater force and abundance, if we reject, or mix, or refuse, our single, entire, and undivided reliance on Him who alone magnified the law and made it honourable." But what is the state of his poor soul

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all this time?

Is it not starving for the "bread of

life," for food congenial to its nature? God never has sent, nor will he ever send down salvation to the soul that rejects the atoning sacrifice, and in the face of all he has said, persists in claiming acceptance and grace on the ground of innocence. Tell him, from me, he has lived long enough in the world to know, that as there are more ways than one to commit suicide, so the means of destroying the soul may be equally varied. A man may stab or starve his body to death; so the sinner may, either by stabbing or starving his soul, involve it in the torments of hell. The murderer, whoremonger, profane swearer, sabbath-breaker, drunkard, thief, or extortioner, stabs his soul; but the man who trusts in his morality, and expects salvation through that, starves it: his damnation may indeed be slower than the other, but it is quite as sure." He that believeth not shall be damned." I would urge him to re-consider the case; to take a retrospect of his past life,-to examine closely the workings of a depraved heart, and to read the Scriptures carefully, and with deep humility; especially the New Testament. He will there discover that he is a poor shipwrecked sinner, and that if he seize upon any other plank than the one thrown out for him by the Gospel, it will most assuredly let him down into the gulf of perdition. I remain, dear Sir, J. C.

as ever,

P. S. Please present my love to ***** with a request that she will read Romans, x. 5-9, upon her knees before God; and to this I will add, by way of illustration, what St. Austin said to one who inquired "how can I get an arm long enough to reach Christ in heaven? Believe and thou hast taken hold of him."-Crede et tennisti! was the answer of the man of God.

LETTER XX.

TO MY SISTER IN THE UNITED STATES.

My dear Sister,

Limerick, January 28, 1842.

Although I have this day written half a dozen letters to different parts of America, I cannot let this mail leave without posting one for you. My last was dated Dublin, where I remained till the morning of the 7th instant. On the night of Thursday the 6th, I preached my last sermon in Abbey street chapel. That large house was crowded in every part. I had taken my farewell at two of the other chapels, and affecting seasons they were; but the scene at Abbey street surpassed any thing of the kind I had ever beheld. After sermon, about thirteen hundred persons remained to bid me farewell; and they intimated most significantly, that out of the house they would not go until they had shaken hands with me. I bore up under the excitement till I thus parted with two hundred of them, chiefly young converts, but their tears and cries so affected me that I could not bear it, and excused myself from proceeding, saying I would imitate the converted Indian Chief, "shake hands with them in my heart," by singing

"Amen, Amen, my soul replies,

I'm bound to meet you in the skies,

And claim my mansion there:

Now here's my heart, and here my hand,
To meet you in that heavenly land,
Where we shall part no more."

When this was over, matters became worse and worse,
I was hemmed in on every side. At last two or three

brethren, in mercy, undertook to set me free; and they had a task. With much trouble they opened a small path, and through a forest of hands I gained the street; when lo! it was lined to my home, at Mr M'Comas's. The door was surrounded with people, but some friends succeeded in pulling me into the house; but even here there was little relief, as many were inside. The sorrowful hearts of the people at my departure, and a deep sense of my own unworthiness and utter insignificancy, crushed my spirit to the very dust. Never in all my travels have I met with a people equal to those of Dublin. Their affection knew no bounds; I cannot tell you all, my dear sister, but their many acts of kindness and generous friendship are too deeply engraven upon the heart of your unworthy brother, ever to be obliterated.

I had a very pleasant ride, though rather cold, from Dublin to Limerick. Our route lay through several towns and villages, among which were Maryborough and Roscrea. I had a glance at a round tower, the first of the kind I had ever seen. You are aware these towers are the most ancient buildings in Ireland; the time of their erection, as well as their design, is entirely conjectural.

I am most agreeably entertained at the house of Mr. Keys. He and his sister are very intelligent persons, exceedingly kind, and deeply devoted to God. Several precious souls have been converted since my arrival. I preached one hundred and, twentynine sermons in Dublin, and about seven hundred persons professed to have received pardoning mercy. Many of these were members of Society, who had never before obtained salvation; some were backsliders, several from other churches, but a large proportion were from the world; what the increase to the society is I cannot tell.