In addition to the above account, I have next to mention some circumstances that have been communicated to me by Mr. E— B—, who is a respectable young man, and a tradesman, residing in the Borough of Southwark. Mr. B— happened, unfortunately, to be an attendant at Church’s meeting house, when the latter took notice of and formed an acquaintance with him, commencing as usual with pious exhortations, and then followed up by disgusting freedoms. Mr. B—, however, struck with horror at such conduct, abandoned the place, and then he received two letters from Church, of which the following are copies. Had this wretch received a classical education, one might suppose he had been writing a paraphrase on Virgil’s eclogue, beginning with the line—_Formosum_ Pastor Corydon _Ardebat Alexin_. The thoughts, however, originated in his own polluted mind. The letters will serve to gratify curiosity, and give a further illustration of his stile and character. * * * * * Copy of a Letter, written by the Rev. John Church, Minister of Obelisk Chapel, Blackfriars’-road, to Mr. E— B—, Rodney-street, Kent-street, Borough, dated 3d March, 1809:— Dear Ned, May the best of blessings be yours in life and in death, while the sweet sensations of real genuine disinterested friendship rules every power of your mind body and soul I can only say I wish you was as much captivated with sincere friendship as I am but we all know our own feelings best Friendship those best of names, affection those sweetest power like some powerful charm that overcomes the mind—I could write much on this subject but I dare not trust you with what I could say much as I esteem you—You would consider it as unmanly and quite effeminate, and having already proved what human nature is I must conceal even those emotions of love which I feel I wish I had the honor of being loved by you as much and in as great a degree as I do you. Sometimes the painful thought of a separation overpowers me, many are now trying at it but last night I told persons that called on me that let them insinuate what they would I would never sacrifice my dear Ned to the shrine of any other friend upon earth—and that them who did not like him should have none of my company at all I find dear Ned many are using all their power to part us but I hope it will prove in vain on your side, the effect that all this has upon me is to make me love you ten times more than ever, I wish opposition may have the same effect upon you in this particular but I fear not, however I am confident if you love me now or at any other time my heart will ever be upon you nor can I ever forget you till death. Your leaving of me will break my heart, bring down my poor mind with sorrow to the Grave and wring from my eyes the briny tears, while my busy meddling memory will call to remembrance the few pleasant hours