Trevecca College was supported at the sole expense of the Countess of Huntingdon till her death, on June 17, 1791. “Had her ability been equal to her desire for its continuance, she would have endowed it, and thereby have provided for its perpetuity.” About four years before her decease, and with her full approval, provision was made for the future. Seven trustees were appointed to take care of the College after her ladyship’s death; and a subscription was begun for its maintenance. This accumulated fund, in 1791, amounted to £585, 3 per cent. Consols. The lease of the Trevecca property had expired, and it was now determined to remove the college to Cheshunt, near London. Accordingly, the Trevecca house was given up at Lady-day, 1792; the furniture, the library, and the communion plate were taken to Cheshunt, where the new establishment was formally opened on August 24, the anniversary of the commencement of the abandoned one at Trevecca. A religious service, of nearly three hours and a-half’s duration, was held; Lady Anne Agnes Erskine, executrix of the Countess of Huntingdon, presided; and seven or eight hundred persons were present. (“The Order observed at the opening of the Countess of Huntingdon’s College at Cheshunt, London, 1792,” 8vo., 86 pp.) That is all. Is there an instance of any other Methodist Institution so important as this, the published details of whose opening services are so pitiably meagre? It has been said, there is no _positive_ proof that Fletcher was at the opening of Trevecca College; but there is _incidental_ evidence that he was, and that his friend James Ireland, Esq., was with him. This will be found in the _second_ of the following letters addressed to Mr. Ireland and his dying daughter. “MADELEY, _July 30, 1768_. “MY DEAR FRIEND,—Uncertain as I am whether your daughter is yet alive, I know not what to say, but this,—our Heavenly Father appoints all things for the best. If her days of suffering are prolonged, it is to honour her with a conformity to the crucified Jesus. If they are shortened, she will have drunk all her cup of affliction, and found, at the bottom of it, not the bitterness of her sins, but the consolations of our Saviour’s Spirit. “I had lately some views of death, and it appeared to me in the most brilliant colours. What is it to die, but to open our eyes after the disagreeable dream of life? It is to break the prison of corruptible flesh and blood, into which sin has cast us. It is to draw aside the curtain which prevents us seeing the Supreme Beauty and Goodness face to face. O my dear friend, how lovely is death, when we look at it in Jesus Christ! To die is one of the greatest privileges of the Christian.