LETTER XVII.
From M. C. to her Father.
DEAR FATHER,
I write merely to inform you I am still at our kind Friend’s, Mr. P. he has left town for a few days, and Mrs. P. says she will not spare me till his return. Last Sunday morning we went to hear the Rev. Mr. E. whose chapel is in D. Street, near the Foundling; he certainly preached a most excellent sermon, upon “I am the Life.” You have been informed that he denies the existence of the Lord Jesus Christ from eternity, but he fully proved that Christ was the lasting life of his people, and that his church was in him before the foundation of the world. He shewed us that Christ was the head of his people, that he was their life of justification, their spiritual and their eternal life. I assure you he did not rob the Saviour of his glory, but aimed to extol him as far as I could understand the subject. I think for humility in the pulpit, he exceeds every minister I ever heard; he has laid down his carriage to do good, which, I think, shews a christian spirit; and if he holds any error, I think if ministers were to go to him, and reason with, and pray for him, it would be more becoming them than opposing him.—In the evening we came over to our own chapel, and was much gratified to see every thing at the Sacrament conducted with so much good order in your absence, by Mr. Park, who, though not a very great, is a very good man. There were a great number of Communicants, and a good congregational—all appeared solid. Pray father do not let any worthless character administer the ordinance, as I think it very presumptuous for a man, apparently destitute of grace, to say at the Lord’s Table, “I take this cup, in the fullest confidence that I shall drink the new wine in the kingdom of God.” I have just written to my dear Aunt, to inform her I shall stay a week longer here, as I am very comfortable.
I remain, dear Father,
Your affectionate and dutiful Daughter,
M. C.
Be so kind as not to read this letter to any one.
LETTER XVIII.
Achor’s Vale, January 1, 1819.
To my Daughter.
MY DEAR GIRL,