All this time I viewed, with heart-felt pleasure and gratitude to God, the work carried on in America, under your advice and direction. Souls that came to a knowledge of themfelves and their Redeemer, were directed by me, to partake as much as poffible of the inftructions and directions of the Methodist Preachers; and as many as underflood English did fo. I had many converfations with your Labourers, dined and prayed with them, inftructed fome in Hebrew, heard often, in Philadel phia particularly, their fermons, and was a ftrenuous advocate for them in our Synods, where prejudices prevailed.

I own, not many of my countrymen in the interior parts efpoufed their caufe. Your Preachers came not thither, being frangers to the Language. For, in Penfylvania there are Counties, where no English foul is found. But this was remedied in fome measure by a German Clergyman of the Calvinifl perfuafion, who conftantly employed himfelf in preparing fome young Germans, who were called by the grace of God, and fending them in the manner of your Travelling Preachers.

He found, as you may think, oppofition in his Synod: but feeing that he was not the only German Minifter, who found this way profitable for the welfare of the poor Germans in the back parts; they would never attempt to excommunicate him. Their chief objection always was; "the intention is, to form a particular Church, and all at once they will draw the net." I profeffed against such an intention with more vehemency and perfeverance, than I ever wifhed to have done. In this particular, dear Sir, you have difappointed me, and many true American fervants of that Lord, whom you and yours ferve.

Perfons, who become ferious under our Miniftry, hear your Minifters, are invited by them to a clofer connection, and then leave us. "What then, you will fay, if Chrift is preached ?" No, my dear Sir, I wish to keep fuch in my congregation, whom I have taken captive with my bow. They ought to be my affiftants in catching others. Perhaps you will say, “Follow our practice, and lead them on, and they will stay with you." To lead them on, Sir, I have in Germany and in America 4 Ga

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at all times used the necellary means. I keep private hours in my own houfe, and frequent exercifes in other houses. But to find a whole Society of children of God is more powerfully alluring. The number of converted fouls in all the different congregations in this city, and in the world, are small, your congregations perhaps as yet excepted.

But to what end do I write this? The Methodist Church in America hath been lately established. I have poured out my forrows into the bofoms of fome, and I cannot deny, fome people in connection with you have produced reasons, by no means without weight. Thousands of children in the back parts were without Baptifm; and to fome Methodist Ministers the English Bishops denied Orders. The first remark alone is fatisfying to me: to judge of the fecond would require more knowledge of the circumstances.

But if you believe, dear man of God, that there are true fervants of Chrift in America, yet in different Churches; was there no other way, both to heal fuch wounds, and not to wound fuch Ministers? Suppofe you had divided all your Labourers into two Claffes, viz. Ordained Minifters, and occafional Preachers, and had fixed it as an unalterable rule, that only the latter fort of Labourers fhould be fent into places where there are Proteflant Churches and fettled Minifters? The fift Clafs would have been thin in the beginning, but I think, the neceffity of increasing it would have been astonishing; and then your establishment would not have yielded a mixture of joy and grief to any of the fervants of God.

I take the liberty to fend you a few Publications of mine. They are printed in too fmall characters for the eye of an aged man; but fome places perhaps will be thought interesting for you, as they defcribe the religious fituation of our American Germans, and it is only for fuch paffages I fend the Pamphlets. Some perfon may be found to read them before you. That you understand the Language, I have learned from your Journals: I wish to God that in this, fome of your young American Minifters would imitate you. How much good could they do

to the poor forfaken Germans at the borders of the Indians! May your Lord and Mafter blefs you with a thoufand-fold bleffing, and then call you to his full reward! In the breafts of thousands you are and ever will be, as in mine, the blessed of the Lord, before whom I hope to embrace you. In the mean time permit me to fubfcribe myself, dear and Reverend Sir, your devoted and younger Brother in Chrift,

J. C. Kunze.

I am exactly of the fame judgment with Mr. Kunze.

J. W.

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A MONODY, to the Memory of the Rev. Mr. WESLEY. [During the Funeral folemnities.]

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HENCE this "exact of tafte" this juft infight?

He read the Claffics much,--nay,-day and night

"The Lively Oracles" were his delight.

'Twas thus the fweet infpir'd Miltonic bard,
Though the Aonian ftreams he would regard,
Yet Siloa's hallow'd brook he most prefer'd.
We mourn our focial friend, as well as guide:
Who now in converfe fhall like him prefide?
As when on earth his Mafter did incline,
(If human we may liken to divine)
To his first followers: meekly lend an ear,
And kindly all their fimple converse hear,
Advife, inftruct,-" As able they to bear;"
With them would freely talk and chearful fit,
Gracious partaking of the focial treat,
So would the fervant like his Mafter be
Kind, wife, and good, enlivening, and free.

Who can in correspondence write like him?
Who tell us of our faults with fweet esteem?
And thence advife with all a father's love?
"Teach grief to fmile, and ignorance t' improve ?"

Who

Who point the eye of fimple faith aright,
To meet its polar ftar, and keep its light,
Through gloomy paths, and error's devious night?
In Theory and experience who fhall tell
Th' afpiring mind in virtue to excel?

And fhew (like him) exactly how to walk,
Think with the wife, and with the wife to talk?
Who now shall chearful gild a winter's day?
To Sion's hillocs annual vifits pay?

(Not the leaft favour'd here our rural feat,
Which he would call his Newington retreat :)
But ah! No more our angel guest we view,
Our paftoral friend has bid a long adieu!
His own works in the gate beft fpeak his worth!
Tell it, ye journals, all around the earth!

Tell it, ye journals, through our favour'd land,
Where WESLEY annual flew from ftrand to ftrand,
The everlafting Gospel in his hand!
Speak, ye innumerous labours of his pen,
Speak ye to learned, and unlearned men!
To men of fenfe and reafon make th' appeal:
His life they heard not, let his death reveal!
O fpeak, ye children of his faith and prayer;
Plants of his hand, and objects of his care!
Living Epiftles, by your fives declare!

And ye unnumber'd fhivering witneffes,
The frangers, and the prifoners in diftrefs,
The widow'd mothers, and the fatherlefs!
Ye indigent, whofe better days pafs'd by,

"Whofe griefs low murmuring, and whofe whifper'd figh,' Was felt by WESLEY's heart, and feen by WESLEY's eye: O all ye children of affliction, fay

How WESLEY would attend your forrow's day:
Tell how through froft and fnow the hoary Sire
Would bring you cloaths, would bring you food and fire:
Would often down to your damp cellars go,
Adventuring his precious life for you:

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Or up into your airy garrets fly,

Those attic turrets crevic'd to the sky!
O let your tears your gratitude reveal!
The laft loud day fhall fecond your appeal.
Mourn I the public lofs, or weep my own?
The grief of myriads is the grief of one!
A world has lof him!-'Tis a general groan!

O thou Britannia! O that thou hadst known God's meffenger! As fure thou might'ft have done! A WESLEY labouring at the gofpel plough!

Who travers'd for thy weal, the kingdom through!

O hadft thou known, thou need'ft not now have mourn'd (As erft Capernaum) gospel-tidings spurn'd.'

And thou our Sion! hadft thou known, ev'n thou! Thy privilege: perhaps thou feel'st it now!

O had I known, as individual, I,

The privilege fully, for which now I figh!
O had thy aged, with their aged Sire,
Still brought the firft ripe fruit of holy fire!
O had thy young, and thofe mature in years,
Given up their idol drefs, and earth-born cares!
And had thy poor, in fpirit been truly poor!
And had thy rich, in heart given all their flore!
O hadft thon known the utmoft to improve,
By fuch a mean in knowledge, faith, and love:
Then had thy more abundant praife gone forth,
Like the first Afian Church through all the earth:
Then might the mufe with warmer glow here end;
Then might thefe lines to future age pretend,
"He was our Guide, Philofoplier, and Friend!"

But a bright ray beams from this fetting fun!
The promise to the first Disciples known :
Thus faid their Mafter, when his work was done:

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