scarcely ever to drop a tear over the little deserted stranger; and but few, I believe, ever make enquiry after it; but the God of mercy protects and supplies the helpless and lost, “When parents, deaf to nature’s voice, Their helpless charge forsakes, Then nature’s God, who heard our cries, Compassion on us takes.” Much as I have wished, at times, to have known a mother, strange to tell, I seldom felt that desire to know my father. Should both or either be now alive, I should be glad to have it in my power to relieve or comfort them, in their declining years, if they need it: but may we meet above; when I shall be fully satisfied with all the Lord’s dealings with me, from infancy to death. I wish it had in my power to send you a longer and more interesting account of this place; but you may read much more of it in a little work, entitled, “An Historical Sketch of the Foundling Hospital; by a Foundling.” Printed by M. Allen, 15, Paternoster Row. My simple history may remind my dear friend of the gracious care of God over his servant, Moses, after the bloody decree of Pharoah, to destroy all the male of the Israelites. Who can tell the feelings of his affectionate mother, when she laid him in the flags? and, above all, who can describe her gratitude, when the Lord directed the servant of Pharoah’s daughter to _her_, as the appointed nurse? The apostle declares, his parents hid him by faith, for three months, because they saw that he was a proper child, and they were not afraid of the king’s commandment. Many others of God’s family have been as singularly preserved: some of whom Scripture gives an account, and others it will be fully known by the general assembly of God’s saints, when Jesus shall appear in his glory, to make up his jewels. I would, above all things, be ever in mind of that Almighty power, which preserved the human nature of the Lord Jesus in his infancy, when his parents were warned of God, to flee into Egypt, till the death of that blood-hound, Herod. May you be often enabled to look back on that kind hand, which has thus far led you on, and has engaged never to forsake you. To him I commit you, and remain, Yours, J. C. P.S. It would swell this letter to a volume, to relate some singular circumstances of my brother foundlings, which might very much amuse you; but that would hinder this humble attempt to record the gracious dealings of God with myself. One circumstance, I must relate in my next, which may serve to shew something of maternal affection. “Unnumber’d comforts to my soul, Thy tender care bestow’d Before my infant heart conceived, From whom those comforts flow’d.” LETTER IV. “When my father and my mother foresaketh me, the Lord taketh me up.” TO THE SAME.