I fear my nerves will scarcely permit me to drop you a few lines. What a day have I passed through! Solemn period, but I hope blissful one to the unhappy, happy men. No doubt you felt for me exceedingly, knowing how near to me the late events would occur. On Sunday our worthy Chaplain preached the condemned sermon, I choose rather to call it their coronation sermon, as he then gave a most, affecting, but blessed account of their state, and looking round upon a weeping congregation, he begged leave to use the words of his master, on a very affecting occasion, “Daughters of Jerusalem, weep for yourselves, not me.” The poor men who were condensed to die, wanted no pity, they had obtained mercy, they now only needed the prayers of God’s people, for his upholding hand, his supporting power, and his soul-comforting presence, at the last, the solemn, the affecting moment of their dissolution. I am informed they had it, but as I have not yet had the particulars of their conversion and happy death from any spiritual person, I cannot write you to that effect, but as soon as I can possibly gain the account, I will send it to you, knowing your heart will, and does leap for joy, at the real conversion of any sinner, but especially those who were so near death and eternity. I hope the account will be well authenticated. This morning, Monday, I awoke early, and was enabled to pour out strong cries and supplications to God, for the poor men, that they might feel the joys of salvation, as they approached their painful end. At seven o’clock the solemn church-bell tolled; but at eight o’-clock, all my powers were affected by the chapel bell answering it. I knew then the procession was begun, I knew then the subject was real, every stroke of the church bell seemed to say, _Come_! and every sound of the chapel bell responsed, _We come_! _We come_! I felt every sound at my heart, and it again brought me on my knees in earnest prayer, that a dear Saviour would meet them at the place of execution. They arrived about an hour after on the place; I could not see them, but I heard nearly all that passed. The first sound was singing, I judged it was the lamentation of a sinner, one verse, and which I think comprehends every thing at once. Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask— This is the total sum, For mercy, Lord, is all my suit, Lord let that mercy come.