the credit of the work of the Spirit; to die with the highest dignity, angels and good men around my bed, and God himself within my soul. O what a glory is this, to rise up amidst throngs of admiring smiling angels, before the throne of the Son of God; to see all the great and good preachers in heaven look at me as I rise, to hear them say, Here, see, here he comes from his study, from his pulpit, and from the bed of death to our shining worlds, and to his Master’s throne. See how Jesus looks at him, see how he crowns him. Hark what he says to him, Well done good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joy of thy Lord. See him bring forth the crown of glory, and put it on my head, for Christ will not trust the noblest angel in heaven to crown his saints: he will do it himself, and will say, Here, ye labourers, take your reward; ye shepherds, take your honour; ye soldiers take your military glory; ye ambassadors, ye stewards, ye angels of the churches, take your immortal crowns, live for ever surrounded with sun beams, and crowned with stars. May this felicity be yours and mine—’tis well, perhaps, the dignity, importance, responsibility, and trials of the ministry, are hid from our eyes at the entrance on the work, or I think none would go into it at all. What I have since seen, had I seen it before, I do not think I should so willingly have run, but would rather have been dragged. There is but one thing would ever make me very willing to enter on the sacred work, and it is _that_—and that love which makes me willing to go forward again. Do you ask me what that is? Why the same which made Isaiah willing to go, after he had seen the glory of Christ God-Man, having finished salvation’s work, exalted, glorified, and adored, revealing the word of pardon with power to his soul, and assuring him he was pardoned; then he said, Here am I, send me —. See 6th chapter of Isaiah. I know the passage will bear a higher comment, but I humbly conceive it represents Isaiah’s commission, and I can assure you, it is only such feelings, views, and enjoyments, that make me willing now, whatever were my motives before. I can appeal to the Lord, as the searcher of all hearts, I want nothing now to do with the ministry, but to proclaim all that I am led to understand by the terms _God-Man Mediator_. Farewell. Let this epistle be read to all those who expound in the vestry on Friday nights. _Ruhamah_. LETTER XXXVIII. _Valley of Achor_. Miss INGLE. MY DEAR YOUNG FRIEND,