CXIV.Aug. 5, 1808.DEAR TOM, THE night I left Sleaford we reached Market Beeping, where we slept. The next day arrived at Peterborough fair, where we were beset on all hands with cattle and wood. Here we breakfasted, and took our leave of poor Charles and Mary, who parted with us in grief and sorrow. We next arrived at Stilton, and then at Eton, where, perceiving the poor horses were got faint with heat and dust, we left them, and travelled post from thence to Cricklewood, where we arrived by seven o'clock on Monday evening. This hot weather has relaxed me much. so that I have had no heart to work; but have been tenderly indulged in the pulpit, much attended, and the blessing of some that were ready to perish has come upon me. It is remarkable, and was much observed by me, when I stood in the pulpit at Sleaford, there sat two men, not far from each other, who seemed to be farmers, and I believe their souls were God's husbandry; for their hearts heaved, and their countenances rose and fell with the word; their bowels yearned, their tears flowed, and there was on their faces such pious grief, such heavenly sorrow, and the rays of divine love operating within, as are seldom seen; and I remarked that nothing seemed to wound so deep as the expressions of Christ and his sufferings; insomuch that I then thought, and said to my friends afterwards, that I had not a doubt but there was joy in the presence of the angels of God on that day over those poor sinners. THE DOCTOR. |
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