know I am called to suffer and die. The journey tires me; but through mercy I bear it, Let us believe and rejoice in the Lord Jesus.

J. FLETCHER.

In the beginning of March, 1781, Mr. Fletcher took a final leave of Switzerland, and proceeded to the south of France, where he was engaged to meet his friend, Mr. Ireland, and to return with him from thence to England. Nothing particular is known of his journey, except that during the short time he stopped at Montpelier, he somewhat impaired his health by too great exertion in the pulpit; and on their arrival at Paris, his attendance on a sick person would have brought on him the censure of an intolerant Church, had not Mr. Ireland, who was mistaken for him by the police officers, quietly suffered them to remain in their error, until Mr. Fletcher, who was apprized of his danger, had proceeded too far on his journey to be overtaken. The friends afterward joined each other, and arrived safely in England in the middle of April, after an absence of three years and four months. Calling at London, Mr. Fletcher preached at the new chapel, City Road, slept at Newington, April 27, and the next day set out for Bristol. He stayed there only a short time, and then retired to Mr. Ireland's, at Brislington. "When I was informed of Mr. Fletcher's arrival at Brislington," says Mr. Rankin, "I rode over to Mr. Ireland's, the day after, and had such an interview with him, as I shall never forget in time or eternity. As I had not seen him for upward of ten years, his looks, his salutation, and address struck me with a mixture of wonder, solemnity, and joy." As Mr. Ireland was then confined by affliction, and wished to accompany his friend to Madeley as soon as he should be able, Mr. Fletcher stayed a few days at Brislington, waiting for his recovery, before he set out for his parish. Upon their arrival there, it was his first care to inquire into the spiritual state of his dear flock; but he did not find such cause of rejoicing as he had fondly expected.

CXXVI.-To the Rev. Mr. Perronet, Shoreham.

NEWINGTON, April 28, 1781. REV. AND DEAR SIR,-I have brought from Switzerland a letter from your dear son: I wish I had brought him himself; but the snow setting in at the time I had engaged to set out, he thought it unadvisable to come with me, and I durst not urge him to do any thing against his

mind.

I went to Lausanne to see him two days before my departure: I found him weak and low; but the frequent vomitings he had some months ago have left him, and his appetite returns. He is very well taken care of: Miss Perronet and her mother are as kind to him as my dear friends here were to me when I lay sick in this house. He gives you himself, probably, a fuller account of his health. His physician hoped the return of the fine weather would be very favourable to him. I would not have come away without him if he had not urged me to do it, considering my engagements and circumstances. His mind is quite easy: he is sweetly resigned to the will of God; and my sister-in-law was quite edified to see his meek resignation, while he lay sick at her house.

I leave London this morning, sorry not to have had time to wait on

you and Mrs. Perronet, to ask your blessing, and to answer any question you might have asked me concerning my dear friend, your son. I shall write to him, please God, as soon as I shall be in Shropshire. I offered to go and fetch him at the end of the year, if he chose to spend another winter in Switzerland: but he said, he made no doubt he should have good company to come before, if God permitted.

I hope you will give me your blessing, and grant me a share in your prayers, which I should have been glad to sit under; but in these bodies we can be but in one place; and I comfort myself with these words of St. Panl soon "we shall be ever with the Lord," and with all his people. In that sweet hope I remain, Rev. and dear sir, your affectionate son and servant in Christ, J. FLETCHER.

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I desire to be remembered in Christian love to Mrs, Perronet and Miss

Briggs.

In Mr. Benson's excellent Life of Mr. Fletcher, it is said: "Mr. Perronet had expected to gather strength as the spring advanced and the weather became milder. In this, however, the Lord saw meet, in a great measure, to disappoint his expectations. Spring, and even summer, bringing warm weather, came; but still he continued in a similar and even increasing state of weakness. On the 15th of May, he writes:

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As to my health, it is not yet restored to me. It has pleased God to break down my strength in my journey, and to continue me in that weak condition to this time, notwithstanding all the efforts of my friends and physicians, and my own endeavours, in using a little very gentle exercise from time to time as I was able. Whenever I go out, every one stops to stare at me, and many express their astonishment at the sight of such a spectre; so greatly am I reduced and altered.' the 12th of June following he seemed to himself to be rather gaining a little ground, but, says he, the continual, sudden, and severe changes in the weather here, tear me almost to pieces, and seem to throw me back as fast as I recover.' Soon after this, he removed to a pleasant village, called Gimel, between Lausanne and Geneva where Miss Perronet's sister was settled. There he rode out, drunk asses' milk, and breathed the purest air. Mrs. Perronet is there,' says Mr. Fletcher to his father, with her two daughters. So that if his illness should prove more grievous, he will not want for good attendance and the most tender nursing. Support him, dear sir, with your fatherly exhortations. They are balm to his blood and marrow to his bones.'

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"As the reader will undoubtedly wish to know the sequel of the story of this benevolent man, I shall here insert an extract from another of his letters. Being returned to Lausanne, Oct. 23, he wrote from thence to his father as follows:

HONOURED AND DEAR SIR,-I wrote some time ago by a private hand but that is not always either the safest or the most expeditious method of conveying intelligence. My letter, however, contained little more than an account of my return from the mountains, where I seemed to have gained very little in point of health and strength. I mentioned, likewise, my earnest wishes to return to England, in case it should please

God to assist me in the means. This, I humbly trust, is in good mea. sure effected: for I have quite unexpectedly met with a very worthy gentleman, (a Swiss, whom I formerly knew in England,) who sets out for London within about a week or fortnight. We shall travel in a chaise, and he is so kind as to promise to suit his mode of travelling to my weakness, which indeed is very great. We may possibly be on the road when this letter reaches you, and I doubt not but my friends will assist me with their prayers. The season for travelling is late, it is true, especially for one in my weak state: but I choose this rather than venture to stay another winter in this terrible climate. Beside, I consider it as a providential call to return; and I have taken your advice, to put what remains to be done in my affairs into trusty and good hands. I am, honoured and dear sir, your dutiful son, W. PERRONET.

"He soon after left Switzerland, and with great pain and difficulty reached Douay, in French Flanders, where he was taken worse and died in peace, Dec. 2, 1781. A little time after, Mr. Fletcher wrote as follows to his father:

CXXVIII. To the Rev. Vincent Perronet.

REV. AND DEAR SIR,-While I condole with you about the death of my dear friend and your dear son, I congratulate you about the resignation and Christian fortitude with which you, Abraham-like, lay him upon the altar of our heavenly Father's providential, good, and acceptable will. We shall one day see why he made your sons go before you, and my kind physician before me. About the time he died, so far as I can find by your kind letter, a strong concern about him fell upon me by day and by night, insomuch that I could not help waking my wife* to join me in praying for him, and at once that concern ceased, nor have I since had any such spiritual feeling; whence I concluded that the conflict I supposed my friend to be in, was ended. But how surprised was I to find it was by death! Well, whether Paul or Apollos, or life or death, all things are ours through Jesus, who knows how to bring good out of evil, and how to blow us into the harbour by a cross wind, and even by a dreadful storm.

If, my dear friend, your son has not quite completed his affairs in Switzerland, and an agent is necessary there for that purpose, I offer you the care and help of my brother who was our counsellor, and who, I am sure will do what lies in him to oblige the father of him whom he had the pleasure of having some time under his roof, as a sick monument of Christian meekness and resignation. I am but poorly, though I serve yet my Church without a curate, Mr. Bailey being wanted at Kingswood. But what are we? Poor mortals, dying in the midst of a world of dying or dead men. But in the midst of death, we are in Christ, the resurrection and the life, to whom be glory for ever. So prays Rev. and dear sir, your affectionate son and servant in the Gospel, J. FLETCHER."

*He was then married.

A DIALOGU E

BETWEEN

A MINISTER AND ONE OF HIS PARISHIONERS,

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MAN'S DEPRAVITY AND DANGER

IN HIS NATURAL STATE.

BY THE REV. JOHN FLETCHER,

VICAR OF MADELEY.