The best treatise I ever read on Divine Providence is the excellent Flavell’s “Mystery of the Divine Conduct:” and the most remarkable accounts of the appearance of Providence, next to the Bible, is in Professor Frank’s account of the building of the orphan-house at Glauca, which astonished the King of Prussia, so that he desired the whole account of it. I wish every Christian was in possession of it.—The account of the life of Mr. Barry, as re-published by Mr. Huntington, is very interesting; so also is that gentleman’s “Bank of Faith:” it has encouraged many of the Lord’s people to trust in the Saviour; and they have proved him to be “The faithful God.” Infidels who are white-washed with a profession of religion, have made that book the subject of their sport, banter, and ridicule; but it is a simple correct statement of facts; and my readers, if taught of God, can probably give their testimony, likewise, to similar facts—“For the hand of the Lord shall be known towards his servant.” Foote, in his play of “The Minor,” ridiculed this subject of Providence in a most scurrilous manner, wherein that revered character, the rev. George Whitfield, under the assumed name of Dr. Squintum, is made to pervert and abuse Divine Providence, in the following doggerel lines:— “Near the mad mansion of Moorfields I bawl, Friends, fathers, mothers, sisters, one and all, _Shut up your shops_, and listen to my call; With labour, toil, all _second means dispense_; And live a rent charge upon _Providence_: Prick up your ears, a story I will tell, Which once a widow and her child befel; I knew the daughter and her mother well. Poor, it is true, they were, but never wanted, For, whatsoe’er they asked, it was granted; One fatal day, the matron’s faith was tried, She wanted meat and drink, and fairly cried. ‘Mother! you cry;’ ‘Oh! child, I’ve got no bread;’ ‘What matters that?—Why, Providence arn’t dead!’ With reason good this truth the child might say, For there came in at noon, that very day, Bread, greens, potatoes, and a leg of mutton, A better, sure, a table ne’er was put on.” _Gospel Mag. Feb._ 1824.