As to the present prosecution, whether guilty or not, is not the point; only it is necessary to remind you, the prosecution is _not_ for falling into the crime, but most explicitly for (as they chuse to word it) an _intent_ only. But whether I was actually guilty or not, even of _that_, let the prosecutor’s own words settle it. He has positively declared, that I was _not_ guilty of any indecorous act to him whatever.—Here I leave this subject to your reflection, and conclude by observing to your last remark, that you disapproved of an assertion of mine once in the pulpit, namely, “That if a child of God had not felt the terrors of the Law yet, perhaps they would before their death, and therefore it was right to expect, or look out for them.” God forbid that I should limit the Holy One of Israel in his operations of grace in the hearts of his children, but this I know, that very few of God’s children has escaped them, though at first they might have been allured into a knowledge of Christ, yet they felt the storm on the road. Abraham, David, Job, Heman, Asaph, Hezekiah, and many others found it, and so may you; it is best to be prepared by a spiritual acquaintance with the Lord Jesus Christ, in his person, work, love, offices, and promises. I thank you for your faithfulness to me—he that rebuketh a wise man shall find favour—and may a full free-grace reward be given thee of the Lord God Almighty, under whose wing thou hast long trusted. Pray for me, that I may be more wise for the future, and more useful to God’s family. And, O help me to praise him, that I am still a bush burning, yet unconsumed, because I am one. _Ruhamah_. LETTER XIII. _Valley of Achor_, _Nov._ 13, 1818. Mrs. N—H. MY VERY DEAR FRIEND, I AM anxious to hear how thy God supports your mind under the afflictive dispensation.—Little did I think that we should so speedily lose one that was dear to us both—to me as a friend, and a conscientious christian, but as every thing to you, next to God and your own soul. But we shall meet again, where tears shall be wiped from every eye, and parting shall be known no more. My friend _I_ shall recognize above, and _you_ will clasp your much-loved North again— He’s gone! lost for awhile, And number’d with the dead! But there’s a day when I shall Meet my friend. Meet him! Oh, transporting thought! and Together spend eternity itself.