walked straight to the chapel, where I preached from 1 JOHN ii. 1-3. I received a most hearty welcome from my old friends, and from none more than from my warm friend, Mr. Harvard.

Many changes have taken place since I was here last. You have heard me speak of my Quebec home, at Mr. M'Leod's. He and his dear wife gave me a most cordial welcome. I felt at home the moment I entered their house. On retiring to my room, I found that the God of Jacob had not forsaken their dwelling. In a moment I was filled with love and joy. I came down stairs praising God. Mrs. M'L. looked at me, but said nothing. The Spirit of God was working most powerfully upon her soul. She had lost the blessing of entire sanctification, but a few days after this, she obtained it again. She then told me, "when you came into our house, I was anxious to see whether you still retained the holiness and simplicity you had when here last. I was not quite sure about it; but when you came down stairs praising God, I was then convinced that years had made no change in your religious character. I was greatly troubled at my own conscious loss. My spirit had no rest till I told you my unhappy state of mind. The Lord assisted you in spreading my case before him, and now I have regained all I had lost." I rejoice to tell you that there are many such heavenly-minded spirits in this city. We have a precious society here. I say WE, because the Methodist people are ONE the world over. The Quebec Methodists however, are the most loving people I have ever met, and the most devoted to God.

We have had a severe conflict since my arrival. During the first few weeks, the devil threatened to drive us from the field. Sinners were as hard as marble. It seemed as if we could make no impression whatever upon them. As this was no new

scene to me; I felt confident, if the people of God would only stand by me in mighty prayer, the arm of God would be made bare in the conversion of sinners.

They did stand by me; nor did they flinch a moment till we had the victory. The weapons of our warfare were not carnal, but mighty through God, to the pulling down of strong holds-casting down immaginations, and every high thing that would exalt itself against the knowledge of Christ. Ten sermons a week, with many exhortations, were discharged against the dark works of the devil. Many sinners, who were awakened when I was here in 1835, remembered their old terrors, and avoided our meetings; and did what they could to hinder others. Wretched souls! I believe that some of them were kept out of hell all these years, that they might have an opportunity to see and feel the power of a revival in 1840. The Lord, however, drove sinners under the word. The burning truths of God were thrown into their entrenchments incessantly. Day and night they were cannonaded. Many of the wicked were wounded, and fled in terror, crying out "they are mad! they are mad!"-but their places were filled up by others. Hard things were spoken against us; but they did not move us. The people of God carried victory in their very faces. It was a scene of awful grandeur. When their faith was at a climax, O, how they sang

"We are soldiers fighting for our God,
Let trembling cowards fly;

We'll stand unshaken, firm, and fixed,
For Christ to live and die.

Let devils rage, and hell assail,
We'll fight our passage through;
Let foes unite, let friends desert,

We'll seize the crown our due."

At last there arose a general cry among the wicked. Sinners were cut to pieces on every hand, and since then, the revival has spread among the people with astonishing power. High and low, rich and poor, learned and unlearned, old and young, are seen at the altar of God pleading for mercy. About the time of our hardest conflict, as I was standing within the communion rail, looking upwards to the gallery, I noticed two young men trifling. I learned afterwards that the cause was this: as I was looking up, one of the young men said to the other-" I should not be surprised if that chap (meaning me) will come up here." This caused the other sinner to burst into a laugh. Instantly it was suggested to my mind, "go up,-go up." I did so, and the one who had made the remark, looking over his shoulder, as I appeared on the gallery, exclaimed-" I say, if he is not coming!" I advanced rapidly, and they could not get away. I put my hands upon them and urged them to flee from the wrath to come. The one who had been the chief speaker, was greatly agitated, and the next night was at the altar in great distress. He obtained mercy from God, and has joined the society. What the result will be with the other, I know not.

I was informed the other day, that an officer of the garrison came to one of our meetings, to see what truth there was in the strange reports he had heard. There was a powerful influence from God upon the people that night.-Poor fellow, he felt it also, but got frightened and fled from the chapel. He told a friend afterwards-"Why, sir, I was sitting in the congregation, and I saw that man (meaning me) coming. He put his two hands upon a man's head, and prayed over him, and then took him to the altar. Well, sir, he came again and did the same to another, and then to another; and he was coming straight to do the same to me; but, sir, I started from my seat

and ran out of the chapel, and along the street as hard as I could: a thing I have never yet done before an enemy." So true is that saying "The wicked flee when no man pursueth."

The devil is loosing his servants daily. A few nights ago, a man of extensive business was present at the chapel. His wife a few days before had been converted to God. She had long been a member of the Church of England, but had never been "born again." He was very uneasy about his soul, but the devil would not let him come forward to be prayed for. When the meeting was over and we were almost worn out, he came forward to the altar to tell me how hard his heart was. Now, thought I, the devil has kept this poor sinner in his seat all this time, because he knew that if he should come forward to be prayed for, he would never get out of our hands till he was converted to God; and now the devil has permitted him to come, because, he thinks, we are too tired to begin a second prayer meeting. I called to the brethren; they were on the spot immediately; the sinner was surrounded with praying men, Now down upon your knees man, and cry for mercy." The second prayer meeting continued till late; the devil lost him. Next day he had some doubts, and he sent a message to me, saying that he wanted to converse on the witness of the Spirit; I requested him to be present at the afternoon sermon, and, after which, I would converse with him. He attended, but when the sermon was over, I found him happy. God had explained the doctrine to him during the discourse, by sending his Spirit into his heart, crying Abba Father.

I think about one hundred and fifty persons have passed from death unto life. I understand that about twenty-five believers have experienced the blessedness of those who are pure in heart. I shall probably leave toward the end of next month. The

gentleman who assisted so generously for the Burlington Chapel, Elisha Johnson, Esq., is still alive. His wife you will remember, was a Roman Catholic; but was converted during the revival of 1835. She is standing fast, an excellent member of the Methodist Church. They both continue my warm friends.

A few evenings ago, I heard a holy woman sing the following lines, with heaven beaming on her countenance. I know not whether you have ever seen them, but they were quite new to me :—

There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God.—HEB. iv. 9. TUNE "HOME, SWEET HOME."

My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here,

Then why should I murmur when trials are near;
Be hush'd my dark spirit, the worst that can come
But shortens thy journey, and hastens thee home.
It is not for me to be seeking my bliss,
And building my hopes in a region like this;
I look for a city which hands have not pil'd;
I pant for a country by sin undefil'd.

The thorn and the thistle around me may grow,

I would not lie down upon roses below;

I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest,
Till I find them for ever in Jesus' breast.
Afflictions may damp me, but cannot destroy,
One glimpse of his love, turns them all into joy;
And the bitterest tears, if he smile but on them,
Like dew in the sunshine, turn diamond or gem.
Let doubt then and danger, my progress oppose,
They only make heaven more sweet at the close;
Come joy, or come sorrow, what'er may befall,
One hour with my God, will make up for it all.
A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand,
I march on in haste through an enemy's land:
The road may be rough, but it cannot be long,

And I'll smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song.

The above is my experience.-My soul is happy, and am, as much as ever, your attached,

J. C.