allured by promises of marriage, till the villain, her seducer, has effected his purpose, when she is left an object of sorrow, contempt and woe. The seducer is a robber and a murderer; he robs parents of their daughters, he murders the daughter’s reputation, and perhaps becomes accessary to the murder of the fruit of his villainy; and when he has triumphed over the fond maid to whom he has sworn eternal love, and a speedy marriage. He leaves the aged father to exclaim, in the words of the Beggars’s Petition:— “My daughter, once the comfort of my age, Lur’d by a villain from her native home; Is cast, abandon’d on the world’s wide stage, And doom’d in scanty poverty to roam.” Perhaps there is not a greater display of villainy than seduction. Nothing more common in this country, nor any thing so vile in the sight of a Holy God. Next to the contempt of the gospel, many indeed have been raised up from that fall by the kind hand of God, and have become excellent characters: and not a few have been called by divine grace to the knowledge of Christ. And as a proof the Lord Jesus does not disdain any one poor sinner, who is by the Spirit turned from the error of his ways, the Lord has particularly marked down his special love. This is evident in the history of Tamar, the daughter of Judah; Rahab, the harlot; Mary Magdalen; nor can I forget the poor woman taken in adultery. (_John_, viii.) It is very remarkable, there was not one word said of the man who was guilty of the act, (perhaps one of the doctors themselves) who brought the trembling woman to Christ. All the sin and shame is thrown upon the poor woman, while the seducer and more relentless is passed by; and, perhaps, to the shame of our nature, applauded. But not so in the eyes of a sin-avenging God. Many fallen women have been restored by grace, while many seducers are plunged into the howlings of the damned. Wishing my Dear Friend the triumph of grace, I remain, yours, J. C. Though friends or kindred near and dear, Leave me to want or die; My God has made my life his care, And all my needs supply. LETTER III. “When thou wast under the fig tree I saw thee.” To —