plexed, thinking he had not seen or worshipped the Father aright, and, therefore, said to Christ, Shew us the Father and it sufficeth us." O, how sweetly did the dear Redeemer preach the unity of the persons in the Trinity, and so relieved poor Philip's scruples and anxiety about this wonderful mystery, telling him that he who had seen him had seen the Father also, that he was in the Father and the Father in him, and that he and his Father were one, and therefore, no fear of offending the Father by worshipping the Son, nor the Son by worshipping the Holy Ghost. And knowing something of the devil's trickery myself upon this subject, so I endeavoured to explain it to my dearly beloved son, who afterward seemed to revive, and said, Well, I suppose it will be all right enough by and by." And at another time, I suppose I shall receive a penny' by and by." He was at his work as usual about seven weeks ago last Saturday morning, and then came home to dinner, and said, "I don't feel well," and did not go back after dinner, nor did he ever go since; we thought it to have been nothing out a cold, for a week or more, when we became rather suspicious of his lungs being affected; we persuaded him to go to Dr. I went with him; he sounded his chest; and told me at once we should lose him; his right lung was going fast; he may linger a little (said he) or he may not. He received the intelligence with the greatest composure, nor did he ever once wish, to my knowledge, to get better, but said he wished to fly away from this body altogether; he bore his affliction with the greatest patience and resignation to the will of God; nor could he bear to hear a murmuring word from any one. The tears running from his eyes one day, his mother said, " You can hardly bear your weakness, can you?" said he, "Yes, I can if he gives me strength." I was one day pressing March, 1846.] a bonnet which was not stiff enough, I said, What a plague I shall have with this bonnet, I must size it again now, before I can press it." He said, Don't murmur, father; why, you have not got so much patience as I." And yet his natural disposition was rather contrary to this; but he was a son of peace as his end showed. Till within a week of his death, he still continued to come down stairs to breakfast with us every morning, and staid up with us till about nine o'clock, and then wanted his bit of supper to go to bed, weary enough. But since that time he began to go rapidly, he did not come down so early, or sit up so late, and Saturday last was carried up to bed for the last time; his coughing and spitting greatly increasing. The morning before this he did not not come down to breakfast; when I had taken my breakfast, I went up stairs to see him, Well, my dear, how is it "" "Middling, father." was generally the answer. "How is your porr mind?" "Dark," or Not very bright," was generally the answer. But after this, he looked at me, and said, Father, have you got any money ?" No, my dear child, I have got no money at all." We shall have some then," said he, “ for I have been asking for it." O, what love did I feel to him, and what sweetness I did feel in kissing his lips thus taught to tread in the steps of his poor old father. O, how I did long for this to be the case, lest the devil should set in upon him again. that his prayers were not answered. But, astonishing to tell, on the Tuesday following, there came a sweet little epistle with a ten shilling money order inclosed. O. how I did run up stairs, as soon as I had read it, with a melted soul and tears in my eyes, to carry the joyful tidings of his prayers being answered, lest his poor little faith should by any means (through the tempter) get injured. And thus, as the devil is always I ** A friend has been here aud hindered father, so I must describe his last moments. His sufferings were very great during the night. At one time, he said, You all have to pass through this. O, how hard it is to part from this wretched sinful world." At another time, "You can bury me in the same tomb as John, if you like." About three in the morning he asked for some breakfast, and wished father and mother to have some with him. He told them to bring it by the side of the bed, and there they took their last meal together; after that he suffered some hours. However, between four and five I went into his room: I staid some time, though I could scarcely bear it, so dreadful it was to watch him suffer. At length, he said, "The work is done.' Yes," said father, indeed it is done, my dear, and you will soon enjoy the blessedness of it with all the rest of the saints, they are waiting to receive you.” Yes, that they are," said he. Then he put out his hand, wet and soddened with the sweat of death, shook hands, and wished us good bye vehemently. After that, he seemed to doubt again, and said, several times, He's gone." He continued so till about half-past seven, when we thought speech had entirely left him; but he then suddenly cried out to father and mother, who were sitting by him, "Up, up, up, arise, shine, for my light is come and the glory of the Lord is risen upon me." He then moved his mouth to kiss them, and when he had done so, he wished them good bye many 66 66 times. Then he said, Call Anne up." I was listening at the bottom of the stairs and heard it; I went up, kissed him, and he continued wishing me good bye many times. He then said, "My eyes have seen thy salvation." His brother then came in, and he wished him good bye, more than once calling him by name. We then distinguished, "Marriage Supper, Lamb." After that, he repeated, good bye, Anne. Then good bye, paper, meaning no doubt the news on which he had worked. Soon after he closed his eyes and breathed gently his last, without any struggle. "Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright, for the end of that man is peace." Father and mother join me in kind love; in haste. I remain, Bath, Nov. 29, 1844. Dear Sir, A. BRIMBLE. I had intended before to thank you for your kind and sweet note which you sent me; ingratitude, therefore, has not been the cause of the delay: no, it has not; but a sight and sense of my own unworthiness, vileness, and insufficiency. Insuffi ciency of myself to do anything of myself; but, O, that I could say with one of His servants, Thy suffici ency is of God." This, indeed, would be an unspeakable mercy; a mercy which I greatly need and desire. How especially was I bowed down on Wednesday last because of sin, and on proceeding to the Spa, begged for deliverance, which (I would desire to thank God) was for the time given me; yes, in tracing out the mercy of God to Manasseh, my hope was again raised, and I seemed willing to wait at his feet for mercy. This mercy appears to me to be all I want for time and eternity. O, what a king of terrors" has death lately appeared to me. 'Tis only God can subdue him to us, and destroy this "last enemy." I never felt so the truth of the first hymn given out on Wednesday evening as I did then, and which begins thus: 'Not all the blood of heasts, On Jewish altars slain, This has been, dear Sir, my path Believe me ever to remain, JOSH. BRIMBLE, JUN. 1, Brunswick Street, Walcot, Oct. 6, 1844. Dear Sir, my feelings, in this respec c, are nicely 'Tho' God's election be truth, I prayed God that he would lead you into my state, and that he would speak, through you, to me, and apply his word to me. If you remember, Sir, your subject, you will, perhaps, ́think it uncommonly suitable to me. Your description of the effects of grace on the soul, was exactly in accordance with what I felt, and my heart overflowed in gratefulness to God for a hope in his mercy; but, dear Sir, while confirmation of hope is precious, I believe I shall never rest satisfied short of a manifestation from God of the forgiveness of my sins. I desire not that the weight of sin should be removed before a manifestation; that I dread and pray God to the contrary that he would keep me sensible of them; keep me humble; and prostrate me at his feet till he shall manifest himself unto me. This is a matter of great fear and dread with me; but at times, For that blest hour I sigh and pant, May God in mercy be with you to- Permit me to record my humble testimony to the efficiency of your preaching under God, in establishing a hope in one so vile and unworthy as myself. Shortly previous to my entering your little place on Sunday evening, I was led to ruminate on the shortness of time and the length of eternity; and on looking on the many people I met going to the different places of worship, the awfulness of our all having to appear before the judgment seat of Christ came to my view, without perhaps, being prepared. Where is my hope? My sins have for a long time been a burden to me. Proceeding, however, towards the Spa, I could not help thanking God I was not in hell, at the same time (with fear) praying for a manifestation and forgiveness. While I am obliged to admit the doctrine of election as true, the Your unworthy, though (I trust), J. BRIMBLE, JUN. 1, Brunswick Street, Walcot. Dear Sir, If you can sympathize with mourners in Zion, in times of darkness, so you can rejoice with them that are enabled to rejoice. After a fortnight's illness in body, and darkness in mind, it pleased God to pay me a visit, and gave me to rejoice in hope of the glory of God, and to go to bed rejoicing. A friend had been here and among other things, he spoke of a wicked man, who died in Trowbridge, in in despair, troubled with these words, "death and after death the judg. ment." Oh, how this weighed down my before distressed mind: the devil suggested this would be my end, but he soon fled at the presence of the Lord, and was made a liar. Soon after the friend was gone, God was pleased to melt my heart in coutrition before him, and enabled me to say, Lord I have hoped in thee, I have hoped in thee," and so kept on with overflowing heart and eyes, "They that trust in thee shall never be ashamed nor confounded, world without end." I did not seem to want to go to bed, such sweetness and love did I feel, but I went blessing and praising his name, Bless the Lord O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name." I got into bed not fearing death; these words then came to me, and I think not by chance, "I have loved thee with an everlasting love, and therefore with loving kindness have I drawn thee." My heart became overwhelmed, and I seemed to have all I wanted. Oh, may he keep near me, while in this wilderness, and grant that his light, and his truth, may lead and guide me to his holy habitation. May he manifest himself continually to me, and lead me in the right path. 66 I conclude this note, feeling very weak, and if you feel disposed, please write a line. I remain your's faithfully, J. BRIMBLE, JUNR, 1, Brunswick Street, Oct. 21, 1844. LETTER FROM MR. BRIMBLE TO MR. Y- I received your last according to date and was very glad to hear from you, and read it with much pleasure to find the Lord still continues to deal with you and yours as the God of providence and grace: so that if there is much gathered over, there appears to be no lack, and therefore no cause of much complaint in our streets, as prayeth the Psalmist," Blessed be God, even the God of our salvation, who daily loadeth us with benefits." About five months ago, I was sunk very low in my soul about providential things, and I may say, sad about the things of grace too, so that it began to disturb my sleep, and it was hard work to keep the Union Workhouse out of my sight, as the end of it. In this disconsolate state of mind, I was one morning going to the field to dig a few potatoes, having many fears whether the Lord would appear for me any more or no. When, lo these words come came to my mind, as gentle as the dew, He forsaketh not his saints." Oh, how good they were to my poor soul, I think they were as suitable to me as the gourd was to the poor, weary head of Jonah. However they were found of me, and I did eat them, and they were to me the joy and the rejoicing of my heart, and I did delight to meditate upon them, day by day, they were so very suitable to me, though some fears would intrude at times, lest they should not come immediately from the Lord, because they came so gentle to the soul. Oh, blessed be God that while this still small voice is yet heard, saying" this is the way, walk ye in it," when we turn to the right hand, or to the left to go out of it. And never ending thanks be to his ever blessed and adored name, that blessed and adored name, that be ever should condescend to bring our wandering spirits back when we for sake his ways, and lead us for his "This hand in sight of all my foes, And I love him dearly for it, and for his chastisements too, and though, "I fear the last, and bless the first, Yet I love his righteous law." as Hart says. "I love the Lord he cause he hath heard the voice of my supplication, and because of his great faithfulness. He forsaketh not his saints." Since these words came to my poor dejected mind, I think I have never seen them at any period of my life more strikingly verified. He hath delivered, he doth deliver, and in whom I trust he will yet deliver. He did not forsake me in my late son's illness, death, nor burial, nor since, blessed be his name, great is his faithfulnes therefore "In his temple, doth every man speak of his glory," I had been till lately with. out a Sunday's great coat, I never could afford to buy one, neither could I ever muster up courage enough to ask the Lord for one, but when I used to see other good men in cold winter weather, with them on, I have thought will the time ever come when I shall have a Sunday great-coat? And so I secretly desired one of the Lord, though I feared to ask him, lest it should be a want, rather than a need. But my secret thoughts were not hid from the Lord, neither hath he ceased to regard the necessities of my poor frame, even though now I am getting old and baldheaded, nay, gray hairs with the Lord's people, make a fresh plea with them to the Lord, to forsake them not; and though every living thing through sin gets more unsightly, as it gets old, their lives are renewed like the eagle's, and they return to the days of their youth, and spiritually they are as fresh as a child. But to return, about three weeks before my son died, I was standing with my chair, there came by a good man and asked me if I would go with him a little way; I said yes, not knowing where he was going. I followed him about three hundred yards, when he turned into a taylor's shop, and said, This is where I am going, come in, and no sooner was I in, but the tayior's measure was on my back, for a new great coat. So my dear F— will be able to see that my back is renewedlike the eagle's too. Blessed be God, and many thanks to my kind brother, may the Lord reward him, and all who have administered to my necessities. But I must draw to a close. I will with this send you the three letters, I promised you, written by my dear departed son to Major Y the first of which I believe was written about a month before he was taken ill, and the latter two afterwards. These with the accounts sent in my last, will I believe furnish you with nearly all the information, I am able to give you on the subject. His age was exact 20 years, 10 months. He died on the 28th of November, and (by his own desire a few hours before his death) was buried in the same grave upon his dear brother John, (whose breastplate with its inscription was plain to be seen). On the 5th of December his funeral sermon was preached, on the Sunday Morning following by Mr. F from Prov. xiii. 21, and in the afternoon of the same day at the Spa room, by Major Y from Romans v. 17. They were good sermons, and I believe very justly applied. I have never left Mr. F― yet, when he has been preaching, to hear any one. Major Y preaches only of a Sunday afternoon, at 3 o'clock, and on Wednesday evenings at 7 o'clock, so that his preaching times, interfere with no one's. He is a good and a faithful man' W-, preaches in the week of a Thursday-evening at 7 o'clock, I hear him, when I have an |