It was published under Mr. Sutcliff's signature in a small collection of Mr. Berridge's letters, which I have in my possession, under the title of "Cheerful Piety, or Religion without Gloom," in the year 1797. And if its insertion meets your approbation, I will give it in Mr. Sutcliff's own words. A CONSTANT READER. _Harley Place, Bow._ About two years ago a friend of mine, wishing to enjoy an hour or two of Mr. Berridge's company, rode over to Everton for that purpose. He was introduced by a dissenting minister in the neighbourhood, with whom Mr. B. lived upon terms of friendship. When seated, my friend requested Mr. B. if agreeable, to favour them with a few outlines of his life. The venerable old man began, and related several things as narrated in the first number of the Evangelical Magazine. But as some are there unnoticed, I have selected the following, which I think will not be uninteresting. Soon after I began, said he, to preach the gospel of Christ at Everton, the church was filled from the villages around us, and the neighbouring clergy felt themselves hurt at their churches being deserted. The esquire of my parish, too, was much offended. He did not like to see so many strangers, and be so incommoded. Between them both, it was resolved, if possible, to turn me out of my living. For this purpose they complained of me to the bishop of the diocese, that I had preached out of my own parish. I was soon after sent for by the bishop. I did not much like my errand, but I went. When I arrived, the bishop accosted me in a very abrupt manner: "Well, Berridge, they tell me you go about preaching out of your own parish; did I institute you to the livings of A----y, or E----n, or P----n?" No, my lord, said I, neither do I claim any of these livings, the clergymen enjoy them undisturbed by me. "Well, but you go and preach there, which you have no right to do." It is true, my lord, I was one day at E----n, and there were a few poor people assembled together, and I admonished them to repent of their sins, and believe in the Lord Jesus Christ for the salvation of their souls; and I remember seeing five or six clergymen that day, my lord, all out of their own parishes, upon E----n bowling-green. "Poh!" said his lordship, "I tell you, you have no right to preach out of your own parish; and if you do not desist from it, you will very likely be sent to Huntingdon." As to that, my lord, said I, I have no greater liking to Huntingdon gaol than other people; but I had rather go there with a good conscience, than live at my liberty without one. Here his lordship looked very hard at me, and very gravely assured me that I was beside myself, and that in a few months I should either be better or worse. Then, said I, my lord, you may make yourself quite happy in this business; for if I should be better, you suppose that I shall desist from this practice of my own accord; and if worse, you need not send me