CHAPTER XXII.

Mr. and Mrs. Powys--Letters--Mr. Whitefield--Mr.

Fletcher--Mr. Venn--Sir C. Hotham--Howel Harris--Chapel

at Brighton re-opened--Letters--Mr. Romaine--Mr.

Talbot--Mr. Berridge--Anecdote of the Countess--Mr. De

Courcy--Mr. Vincent Perronet--Mr. Toplady--Mr. Bliss--Mr.

Pentycross--Chapel at Chichester opened--Chapel at Petworth--at

Guildford--Basingstoke--Enlargement of that at Brighton--Mr.

Thomas Jones.

Mr. and Mrs. Powys visited Lady Huntingdon, at Oathall and Brighton,

in the course of this summer (1766):[186] making some stay in London

on their way, they were introduced to Mr. Whitefield and Mr. Fletcher,

and became intimate with both. Mr. Whitefield’s farewell letter to

this “honoured and happy pair,” when his “cloud pointed to Bath and

Bristol,” theirs to Brighthelmstone, was dated Tottenham-court, June 2,

1766: “How glad (he says) will the noble Countess be of the intended

visit! How will the hearts, both of the visited and the visitors,

be made to burn within them!” Mr. Fletcher and Mr. Romaine were at

Brighton and Oathall during the visit of Mr. and Mrs. Powys, and on

their departure Mr. Venn and Sir Charles Hotham arrived. The two latter

proceeded from Brighton to Bath, where they were met by Mr. Howel

Harris, to whom Sir Charles was introduced by Lady Huntingdon; he

accompanied them to Trevecca, whence, just before his departure with

Sir Charles and Captain Wilson for Berwick, the residence of Mr. Powys,

he wrote the following letter to Lady Huntingdon:--

“Trevecca, Nov. 30, 1766.

“Dear Madam--The favour of yours, by Sir Charles, I began

immediately to answer; and then again another; but your last

coming before I could send either, I can only now say, it is my

real cross that it is not in my power to come _directly_

myself, instead of sending this, to offer, with all my

readiness, any little assistance I am able. When yours came

to hand, our Saviour had been just laying your matters on my

heart in an earnest spirit of intercession, as he often does,

notwithstanding the backwardness of my pen. And on my laying

the contents of your letter before those that help me here,

Evan Moses said that your matters had been of late laid often,

more than usual, on his heart, to wrestle with God for you,

&c. &c. &c.; and they would all have consented to my coming

_directly_ to Sussex, but that I had, above a fortnight

ago, sent to publish a long round, which I begin this week, of

about fifteen opportunities, where several thousands, I expect,

will attend, and several of the places I never was in before.

And I had been laying it before the Lord before I sent, and we

were all in conscience afraid of disappointing so many. And on

laying it again before the Lord, it seemed clearly to be his

mind I should go this round; and as soon as I return I trust our

Saviour will help me to come to Sussex.

“I hope to commemorate our Saviour’s circumcision and entrance

on his sufferings with your Ladyship at Brighton; and to set

out from hence as soon as I return from my journey, in which

(when you find that nothing should have kept me from complying

immediately with your request, but being bound in spirit, as

well as conscience and truth) I am sure you will hold up my

hands, and follow me with your prevalent prayers of faith; and

that I may be counted worthy to contribute some weak help to

your Ladyship, in your well-meant labours for the glory of the

Redeemer and the good of a dark, ungrateful age.

“My wife, and Hannah, and Betty, Evan Moses, and Jerry

Pritchard, all join in most grateful regards to your Ladyship;

and are so far from hindering me, that they are sorry that I

can’t come directly; and all feel a oneness between your work

and ours, and that your cares and burdens are ours.

* * * * *

“Will you believe me if I say I shall feel the time long till

the Lord, I trust, will bring me to Brighthelmstone? Your

Ladyship’s most unworthy, but affectionate and obliged humble

servant,

“HOWEL HARRIS.”

Mr. Fletcher went from Brighton to London, “where (says Mr. Whitefield)

he became a _scandalous_ Tottenham-court preacher.” Lady

Huntingdon followed him to London, and Mr. and Mrs. Powys went on

a visit to Mr. Venn, in Yorkshire. To that place Lady Huntingdon

addressed the following letter:--

“My dear Madam--As I have no expectation of seeing you again,

from the uncertainty of all things on earth, which suffers us

not to call anything our own that time possesses us of, I could

not forbear communicating my sentiments of love and tender

regard to you and Mr. Powys, hoping that the conviction that

will follow from them will be sufficient to assure you how

glad I should be to wait upon you, though the interposition

of Providence may prevent my ever having that opportunity. I

really mean that my friendships, visits, conversation, with

every intercourse of mankind, should lead to but one end. I

don’t mean by this merely the necessary consistency required of

a religious profession, or the splendid _appearances_ of

a devout (or _sanctimonious_) character. O no! these the

poorest and blindest hypocrite may excel in; but the knowledge

of truth, essentially and effectually distinguished from all the

plausible opinions _about it_, is my all.

“These words in your letter struck me with a simplicity I

loved--‘All I know is, that I am exceedingly ignorant, and have

need to be taught as a little child.’ To this real disposition

is all truth eminently and specially addressed; and without

this kind of docility we must remain where we were. I don’t

suppose you consider it needful to become so, as to man; but

are you so before Him who alone can teach, guide, and lead into

all truth? Read from the 25th verse to the end of the 14th

chapter of St. Luke, and see if, out of that great multitude

that followed Him, you would have rejoiced when he turned and

said to them, _‘If any man come to me, and hate not,’ &c.,

‘he cannot be my disciple;’_ for we hear of none that chose

him out of that multitude; and in what a state of preparation

for heavenly things must _that_ heart have been that could

have embraced him, in his low and despised estate, so highly as

to fly from all things else, nearest and dearest, as hateful,

to follow Him. Is, then, this the disposition of your heart,

my dearest Madam? This was not said to apostles, or eminently

chosen instruments, but _if any man come to me_. Should

this be our Saviour’s first lesson to your heart, and it is

_truly_ in this child-like disposition, you will naturally

forego every hindrance--you will embrace the summons, leaving

all behind joyfully; if not, you will reason, and find out

how wise you are in accommodating these highest privileges of

his Gospel with securing to yourself (from worldly prudence)

every comfort he would call you from the enjoyment of, and rest

in the consolation, doctrinally, of the sufficiency of his

sacrifice for sinners. Such, dearest Madam, is the blindness

and deceitfulness of our hearts; whereas, true faith in that

sacrifice calls upon all for the sacrifice of _their all_,

in testimony of their faith; and whenever we see a sincere

heart, though overrun with weakness, unbelief, &c., as Peter

and others, yet we find them brought through all to the point

their simple hearts truly aimed at; therefore we have no reason

to be discouraged at anything we are not now, as he first works

in us to will, and then to do, of his own good pleasure. But

the reserves willingly held at the bottom of the heart, and not

being alive or awake upon the necessity of this condition of

the mind, or by evading the force of these truths, by arguments

drawn from Scripture, with art, to satisfy the poor foolish

heart--this, of all states, appears to be the worst sort--these

are those that are ever learning, and never coming to the

knowledge of the truth, and carry the savour of death with them

wherever they go.

“A lady of great quality I knew, that had most serious and

religious sentiments, and of this world, in person, fortune,

family, friends, &c. an uncommon share: a gentleman who was

well acquainted with her, and saw the snares that would beset

her, in order to prevent the solid experience of the truth,

dealt most plainly with her, and showed her the consequence of

a divided heart: it gave her great pain for a time; but at and

before her death she often would cry out, ‘_O what great, what

unspeakable obligations do I now feel for that dear and faithful

friend who dealt so plainly with me_:’ and, indeed, her death

was the most blessed proof of that solid and most substantial

evidence she had of future glory: for mortality was swallowed up

of life visibly to others.

“It is this sort of friends I feel I want for myself, who will

ever contend with every false rest 1 would set up; and with

faith and zeal be hastening my slow and lazy steps through this

rough wilderness of woe; such it only is to pilgrims--they

cannot take up with what is in it, yet loiter in that way, when

faith and love would make them wings to soar upon.

* * * * *

“Thus, my dearest Madam, may you and I _practically know_,

understand, and follow, by the guidance of the Spirit of truth,

the meaning and intent of all religious truths revealed in the

Bible; unless this is the case, we are, and shall be found,

the sounding brass, and nothing better. To our great Prophet,

Priest, and King may we ever trust and commit ourselves, and in

his arms of love and mercy may we be found, when nothing else

but the merits of his death shall fill heaven and our hearts

with his praises. I am, dearest Madam, your much obliged friend

and obedient humble servant,

“S. HUNTINGDON.”

“To Mrs. Powys.

Mr. Whitefield at the same time wrote to Mr. Powys, congratulating him

on having around him _four_ Methodist preachers;[187] “enough

(he observes) when Jesus says, ‘Loose them and let them go,’ to set a

whole kingdom on fire for God.” “Our truly noble mother in Israel (he

continues, adverting to the Countess) is come to London, full of the

scars of Christian honour: _crescit sub pondere virtus_. Happy

they who have the honour of her acquaintance.”

In February, Howel Harris came to London, and, after preaching for Mr.

Whitefield several times, went down to Brighton to the Countess. This

was a favourite place of resort to the good Lady Huntingdon, and there

she had opened her first chapel, which had so prospered, that she now

found it necessary considerably to enlarge the building. Accordingly,

on the 20th of March, she gathered her chaplains around her, and the

enlarged chapel was re-opened. On the 19th her Ladyship had devoted

several hours to solemn and solitary prayer, wrestling with God for

a blessing on this house which she had reared to him;[188] and that

night a prayer meeting had been held in her own house for the same

purpose. On the day of opening, Mr. Whitefield preached from 2 Peter

iii. 18, “But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of the Lord and

Saviour Jesus Christ: to him be glory both now and for ever. Amen.” Mr.

Madan preached in the forenoon, and Mr. Whitefield in the evening, and

vast crowds assembled, and heard as if deeply affected.

Mr. Fletcher, under date of Madely, March 16th, 1767, acknowledges

her Ladyship’s intimation concerning the chapel, “her Ladyship’s

comfortable and profitable letter,” which he waits to answer until he

can enter into the spirit of her favourite Mary; but he says, “I am a

stupid sinner still--to say all in one word, I am _myself_ still;”

and he continues to paint his own struggles for power in the manner

of several of his former letters. Mr. Venn, he says, on his way from

Yorkshire to Bath, brought him the intelligence that Mr. Harris had

visited her Ladyship, and had promised to visit Madely on his return.

“Jones (he writes) has told me that he preached in your Ladyship’s

chapel, and he mentions Mrs. Hill and Mr. and Mrs. Powys as having

profited by their visit to London and her Ladyship.”

Mr. Harris addressed her Ladyship from Trevecca, in a very energetic

letter, on the very day of the opening at Brighton:--

“I am this morning happy (he says) in viewing the glory that I

am sure is this day among you at Brighthelmstone. My prayer is

that your bow may ever abide in strength--that your faith may

never fail--and that the sacred fire may be ever blazing in your

heart, life, and pen, without which all our light is but mere

death and darkness.”

He promises to be in Bath in May, and adds, that he has prevailed on

Mr. Hart and Mr. Jones to be there, but that Mr. Jesse did not well

receive his remonstrance.

“Mr. Romaine (he says) did not preach as I would wish; Mr.

Madan spoke much against Sandeman (Haweis being present). You

have heard, I suppose, of my calling at Lord Dartmouth’s, and

seeing there Stillingfleet, Talbot, and Powys; and Lady Gertrude

Hotham’s--Sir Charles--Mrs. Cartwright and Miss Cavendish; and

of what passed at Bath, of my speaking to a society-fellowship

with Lady Anne, and expounding at Lord Buchan’s?” &c.

“If this comes to hand before the meeting breaks up, I beg my

warmest love to all, being really present there among you in my

spirit, and crying that all there may be _indeed devoted to

the Lord_. O how few, my dear Madam, mind Him alone! having

no object or care but Him! Sure he is but little really known,

else all the family would have but _one_ heart, _one_

voice, _one_ cry, _one_ song, and _one_ joy! But

stop--He does not despise the day of small things, and we should

bless him that _it is_ a day of small things now, and that

the day-star begins to rise on a dark, fallen, benighted land.”

He concludes with a remembrance to Miss Orton, Mrs. Turner, and the

whole society. Mr. Romaine writes from Lambeth, on the 26th of the

month, thus:--

“Honoured Madam--I was, according to your Ladyship’s request,

at your meeting, and waited on you in spirit, with my prayers,

which I have offered up, and shall offer up, for a blessing

upon it. I informed Mrs. Cartwright and Mrs. Cavendish that

this was the only way in which I could be present with you. My

curate has left me. I am without an assistant, and cannot hear

of one. The parochial duty tires me quite, and I would not go

through it, but that I am perfectly satisfied it was the will of

God I should have this church. I never durst take the cure of

souls. Several years ago Lord Dartmouth offered me the living

of Bromwich, where his seat is. I refused, never intending to

burden myself with such a heavy charge. Since that time I have

frequently refused the like offer. When Blackfriars was vacant,

I was put up without my knowledge, being then in Yorkshire. And

I would never meddle with the election; but it was carried on,

and succeeded, against mine own will. As sure as ever any man

had a call from heaven, this was one. I have been long satisfied

of this: and, therefore, I may not reason nor now complain.

My time is short; I must up and be doing; for I have a home

prospect, bounded in very narrow limits. I must go briskly on

with my work, leaving it to my Lord to find me strength for it,

and success in it; his blessing I expect here, and for ever:

not for anything done at Blackfriars; and yet I would labour

as hard as if heaven were to be the reward of my labours. When

I was allowed more time and liberty, I gladly laid them out in

your part of the vineyard, and what I can spare so I hope to do

again. The people are very dear to me at Brighton and Oathall,

having been so much with them, and personally acquainted with

most of their experiences. I shall be amongst you in all your

meetings, and shall keep up with you the communion of saints.

May much life and power be with ministers and people, and may

the chapel be consecrated anew by the presence and glory of the

Lord Jesus, which have so often filled it. All, with you, share

in my best wishes. I am, with great affection, in the bond of

all union, your faithful servant and friend,

“W. ROMAINE.”

In April, 1767, Lady Huntingdon and Miss Orton went from Brighton to

Bath, and thence through Wales into Yorkshire. Her Ladyship was much

occupied in arrangements for her college at Trevecca. In the summer of

1768, she was again at Brighton. “Her only view in Sussex (says Mr.

Romaine) is to carry glad tidings to a wretchedly ignorant people.

He has hitherto prospered her design, and while he smiles upon it I

believe she will never give it up.” The Rev. W. Talbot,[189] vicar of

St. Giles’s, Reading, accompanied her Ladyship into Sussex. He and his

wife were pious and excellent persons, and were both venerated by the

congregations of the Countess.

About this time her Ladyship wrote two kind and consoling letters to

Mr. Berridge, who was alarmingly ill; as he expressed it, laid on

the ground as “flat as a flounder.” His letter is the most admirable

description of a disease and its effects that can be conceived, but

couched in the most figurative and extraordinary language. He excuses

his declining her Ladyship’s invitation to visit her, by pleading that

he has no coat fit to appear in out of Everton, and concludes by asking

her to patch his coat by a small bank bill. Her Ladyship immediately

complied with his request, and forwarded a sum for the relief of his

necessities.[190] He afterwards grew worse, and sent to her Ladyship

to borrow a “Gospel baker” (a minister), lest his parishioners should

perish for want of bread.

After the dedication of the chapel at Tunbridge Wells, Lady Huntingdon

proceeded to Lewes, accompanied by Mr. De Courcy, who preached twice

to very large congregations in the open air. From thence her Ladyship

went to Brighton, where she made but a short stay, and leaving Mr.

De Courcy to supply the chapels there and at Oathall, returned to

Tunbridge Wells, where she continued till the month of August, when she

took a journey into Wales, to attend the approaching anniversary of her

college. Here Mr. De Courcy laboured with great zeal, truthfulness, and

success. He did not confine himself to the ordinary routine of labours

on the Sabbath and week days, but occasionally went from “house to

house, teaching and preaching Jesus Christ.” He also held a meeting

for the purpose of praying with the society, and hearing them declare

what God had done for their souls. On these occasions he was peculiarly

useful in speaking “a word in season” to the weary, heavy laden,

troubled, tempted, and distressed soul. The great Head of the Church

did not suffer him to labour in vain, but gave him many souls as seals

to his ministry, some of whom fell asleep in Jesus before him, and

would doubtless welcome him to the realms of eternal day.

The following letter expresses Mr. De Courcy’s admiration of her

Ladyship, and details his labours in her service and that of the Lord:--

“Honoured Madam--It has been matter of concern to me that I have

not been able fully to answer your Ladyship’s most affectionate

favour of the 16th instant sooner; but I am confident you will

readily pardon my delay, when I inform your Ladyship that my

dear Lord and Master has honoured me with such constant employ

in his service that I have really wanted leisure.

“It affords me inexpressible satisfaction to find that my poor

services in the Gospel are at all acceptable to your Ladyship;

and it is matter of deep self-abasement that the Lord is pleased

to render them so agreeable, and a little profitable to the

_dear, dear_ people amongst whom I labour. O my Lady!

could I give your Ladyship a window in my breast, to discover

the secret workings of my heart, you would see, through much

vileness and imperfection, that disinterested love for the

propagation of the Gospel, and ardent gratitude to the Lord

for placing me under your Ladyship’s wing, and the sweet

constraining motions that prompt me to spend and be spent in the

Sussex work. I can, in my present situation, join issue with the

Psalmist, and say, ‘The lots have fallen to me in a fair place;

yea, I have a goodly heritage!’ I am thankful, unfeignedly

thankful, to your Ladyship for honouring an unworthy creature

so far as to send him to a people among whom the Lord resides,

and to whom I feel myself so united, that a separation from them

would be a very keen trial.

“Since your Ladyship heard from me last, I have been at Hust,

a town distant about five miles from Ditchling. From reports,

we had a prospect of a severe persecution, but that promise,

‘Fear not, for I am with thee--be not dismayed, for I am thy

God,’ &c., kept my heart at perfect peace. Many friends from

Ditchling, Oathall, Brighthelmstone, &c. &c., accompanied me.

As soon as we made our appearance in the streets, the whole

town was in a commotion, as if invaded by some foreign enemy.

It was with much difficulty I could get a chair to stand on.

I proceeded in the first hymn and prayer, and a little of my

discourse, without interruption, but in a short time some

laughed, some shouted, others brought out a table with liquor,

and began to sing round it, whilst others blew a horn: and

while I invited the inhabitants of Hust freely to drink of the

water of life, a poor sinner came to me with a mug of ale in

his hand, begging I would drink of his liquor. In the midst

of all this the Lord made me as bold as a lion, so that I was

enabled to bear an awful testimony against these scoffers,

and had the pleasure to see many of them so far cut down by

the word that they were silent for some time. But after I had

preached about forty minutes, the uproar was so great that I was

obliged to desist, concluding with a hymn. Towards the close of

my discourse my bowels yearned so over these poor creatures,

that I could have wept tears of blood for their precious souls.

However, notwithstanding the tumult, many were deeply attentive,

and much affected; and I have since heard that a man in the town

has made an offer of any part of his house for us to meet in,

whenever we go again. I am very confident the Lord will have

a people in Hust, and feel a longing desire to pay it another

visit.

“Last Sunday se’nnight I went to a place called Hellingby,

twenty miles from hence. A man who lives near the place, and is

a pretender to Christianity, invited me down by a letter, which

he sent to one of the society here, wherein he represented the

parish as wholly destitute of a minister, alleging that the

curate was dismissed, and that the rector would not supply his

place. Thinking this a fair opportunity for the introduction of

the Gospel, I left this the Saturday after I saw the letter, to

go to Hellingby. In the way I called on this man, and found, to

my great astonishment, that the greatest part of this letter

was palpably false, for the rector was then come. In short, he

was quite indifferent, and would not own us. This was indeed

a trial; but I remember it was strongly impressed on my mind

that the Lord suffered this for some wise ends; therefore faith

looked to that promise--‘All things shall work together for

good;’ and patience waited its fulfilment in this affair. On

Sunday morning I waited on the minister. When he found I had

some connexion with your Ladyship he would not admit me into

his church. I returned, very much resigned, to a few friends

from Brighthelmstone, &c., who accompanied me to a place

called Laughton, where I stood up under a branching venerable

tree, and preached to a very sweet attentive congregation,

though not very numerous. We stood on an eminence, and made

the hills and vales re-echo with the praises of the Lamb. It

was a blessed season. Many were much affected, and after I had

concluded, begged hard for one sermon more. I have given them

a promise, and hope soon to fulfil it, for I long once more to

stand under that same tree. The work in Sussex calls aloud for

more labourers. It is impossible for me to give your Ladyship

any idea of the universal thirst there is for the Gospel, on

every side of us, in the country parts. Every time I preach at

Oathall people come to me, and cry out, like persons famishing

with hunger and begging a morsel of bread--‘_Oh, Sir, won’t

you come to such a place?_’ Indeed, I wish it were in my

power to supply every place, but my calls are so various that

it is quite impracticable. I think Mr. Harman computed ten or

twelve different parts to which we have been invited. I pray

that the Lord may send us some help. I think Sussex seems to be

on fire: and though the devil strives to extinguish the sacred

flame, yet, glory be to God, it receives additional strength

from every fresh flood poured on it, and burns the brighter. The

Lord is reviving his work in the hearts of some here who have

lost ground; he blesses us in every meeting. Yesterday was one

of the days of the Son of Man. Oathall church was as full as it

could hold, and the Lord was in the midst of us. The word was

as a fire. I preached at eight in the morning five miles from

Oathall--at eleven, at Oathall--at six, at Brighthelmstone;

and the Lord gave me such strength of body and spirit that he

enabled me to go through the whole like a giant refreshed with

new wine. I really felt no more lassitude of spirit or fatigue

of body than if I had not spoken a word the whole day. That

promise, ‘As thy day is, so shall thy strength be,’ was my

support, and was literally fulfilled to me. O my Lady! what a

Master do we serve! What an ample reward does he give us even

here! How sweet is his service!

“My Lord and Lady Sussex were at chapel yesterday evening, and

seemed vastly attentive. I received this day a heart-reviving

cordial of an epistle from dear Mr. Whitefield. He rejoices

in the prospect of being with your Ladyship this summer at

Tunbridge Wells. Your Ladyship is pleased to ask me what you

shall do about my ordination. This I answer--I am certain your

Ladyship will do whatever is our Lord’s will, and therefore do

not presume to prescribe. I bless God, my mind is perfectly

calm and resigned concerning this matter. The ordination

of the Great Bishop of Souls is infinitely more valid than

that of any creature. I feel much gratitude to the Lord, and

am inexpressibly thankful to your Ladyship for my present

comfortable situation. The free offer you make of being the

friend of all my wants is more than I desire; and all the

requital I can make is to pray that the Lord may reward you

sevenfold into your own bosom. May the Lord Jesus bear all your

burdens! May he crown your labours with abundant success, and

give your Ladyship to see the travail of your Redeemer’s soul

in the conversion of many souls! But I must at length conclude,

with most affectionate respects to Lady Buchan, Lady Anne,

Miss Orton, &c., your Ladyship’s much obliged and most dutiful

servant,

“RICHARD DE COURCY.

“Brighthelmstone, June 26, 1769.

“P.S.--If it were not inconvenient, I should be glad to be

permitted to lie at your Ladyship’s house; for, being obliged

to go out warm after preaching, I risk my health. I hope your

Ladyship will pardon this freedom.”

Mr. De Courcy was extremely popular at this period. And so much was he

esteemed in the chapels of the Countess, that multitudes flocked from

every quarter to hear him; and the Chief Shepherd, who had furnished

him with great gifts, condescended to bless them, for the awakening,

quickening, and reviving the souls of many, especially of young

persons. “Surely, my Lady (writes Mr. Fletcher), you have found at last

a man altogether after your Ladyship’s heart, in Mr. De Courcy; yea,

and a man after the Lord’s own heart, whom he is pleased to honour.”

The winter of 1769 Lady Huntingdon spent in London. The first

day of the year 1770 her Ladyship set apart for the exercise of

abstinence--for the duties of impartial examination, humiliation, and

renewed dedication of herself to God. In the morning she was much

profited under a sermon from Isaiah xxxv. 3: “Strengthen ye the weak

hands, and confirm the feeble knees.” The preacher was the Rev. Andrew

Kinsman, of Plymouth, then supplying the Tabernacle and Tottenham-court

Chapel--a man held in great estimation by her Ladyship and Mr.

Whitefield. In the evening she heard Mr. Romaine at the Lock Chapel,

from those striking words in the prophecies of Jeremiah--“This year

thou shalt die.” From a letter written partly on the evening of this

day, but not concluded for some days after, we extract the following

passages, which detail the causes of her sorrows, and from whence arose

her joys:--

“---- I am but just returned from the Lock, where I heard

a profitable sermon from dear Mr. Romaine, on that awful

passage--‘_This year thou shalt die_.’ If the Lord shall

see fit to remove me hence during the year just commenced, may

my worthless soul be numbered with the redeemed before the

throne. Of late I have enjoyed much intimate fellowship with

the Father and the Son, and the Holy Spirit has frequently

witnessed with my spirit that I am his child. This has caused

me to rejoice with joy unspeakable. Truly I can set up my

Ebenezer, saying, ‘_Hitherto the Lord hath helped me_.’

During the year that is gone he appeared wonderfully in my

behalf; and has repeatedly given me to find it is not in vain

to trust him. Nevertheless, I am keenly penetrated with a sense

of my own utter helplessness, nothingness, and depravity. Oh!

the desperate deceitfulness of the human heart! What depths of

depravity are within! I am a very Judas, ready to betray my Lord

and Master, and did not mighty grace prevent, would have been a

traitor long since. But the Lord is still merciful and gracious,

and, though often provoked, has not yet forsaken me. Through

mercy I still hold fast my confidence. My anchor is fixed, and

the Lord Jesus is my wisdom, righteousness, sanctification, and

redemption; and with the apostle I am enabled to forget those

things which are behind, and reach forth to those things which

are before.”

But whilst inward consolation abounded, outward trials and

disappointments increased. But He who is rich in mercy knew what she

was able to bear, and proportioned her sufferings to her strength. In

many places where she was instrumental in planting the Gospel standard,

great success attended the first promulgation of divine truth, and

much life and zeal glowed in the hearts of those who received the

truth in the love of it. But after a season the scene changed, and

deadness seemed to spread over the work. To some such complaints of her

Ladyship, Mr. Berridge thus replies, under the date of Everton, January

9, 1770:--

“You complain that every new work, after a season, becomes a

lifeless work. And was it not in the beginning as it is now?

Do not the Acts and Epistles show that the primitive Churches

much resembled our own? In their infancy we find them of one

heart and soul, having all things common; but presently read

of partiality in the distribution of their Church stock, then

of eager and lasting contentions about circumcision, coupling

Moses with Jesus, and setting the servant on a level with

his master. And Gentile Churches were much on a footing with

Jewish. The Corinthians soon fell into parties about their

leaders, into errors about the resurrection, and into many gross

immoralities. The Galatians seemed ready at first to present

Paul with their own eyes, but grew desirous at last of plucking

out his. The Ephesians had been much tossed with winds of

doctrine. The Colossians had fallen into will worship, &c.; and

the Thessalonians had some of our gossips among them who would

not work, but sauntered about picking up news and telling tales.

St. Paul’s labours were much employed in Asia, and many Churches

were gathered there; yet I hear him complaining in a certain

place, ‘that all they in Asia were turned aside from him.’ The

_General_ Epistles, which were written late, unanimously

show that errors and corruptions had broke into all Churches

during the apostle’s life-time: and the seven Epistles dictated

by Jesus in the Revelation confirm the same. Scripture mentions

a former and a latter rain: between which there must of course

be an _interval_ of drought and barrenness. The former

rain falls just after seed-time; when there is plenty of manna

coming down from above, plenty of honey flowing out of the rock,

and plenty of joyful hosannahs rising up to Jesus. After this

rain comes the _interval_; during which most of the stony

and thorny grounds sheer off, taking a final leave of Jesus;

and the good grounds are scarcely discernible, so barren they

appear and full of weeds, and so exceedingly cold and swampy.

Now one soars up into the cloud of perfection, crying out, ‘_I

am a queen!_’ and becomes the devil’s goddess. Another falls

asleep and snores hard in election; God’s truth, indeed, is

often made the devil’s cradle. A third drops plump into a pond,

and then keeps roaming day and night about the devil’s wash-pot.

A fourth gets bemired in the world, and lies quite contented,

though nearly choked in the devil’s quagmire. At length the Lord

ariseth in just indignation to chastise and vex his people,

continuing his plagues till he has broken their bones and

humbled their hearts, causing them to see, and feel, and loathe

their backslidings, and raising up a sigh and a cry in their

hearts for deliverance. Then comes the latter rain to revive and

settle; after which they learn to walk humbly with God.”

Some time during the month of January her Ladyship paid a visit to that

very venerable man, Vincent Perronet, vicar of Shoreham, in Sussex, who

had but just recovered from a long illness--a man certainly entitled,

on various accounts, to a conspicuous place amongst the brightest

ornaments of the Christian Church in the last century. For though he

was possessed of talents and accomplishments which would have qualified

him to have filled any station with dignity, and his connexions in life

were such that he had good reason to expect considerable preferment;

yet as soon as the glorious light of the Gospel visited his mind, he

instantly renounced every prospect of temporal advantage, counting all

things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus his

Lord; and from that moment he unreservedly devoted himself to the glory

of his Redeemer and the interests of the Church militant.

With Lady Huntingdon, Mr. Perronet had occasionally corresponded, but

till this period never had a personal interview with her Ladyship, who

was much impressed with the manly and exalted nature of his piety,

his Christian courtesy, and the cheerfulness and sweetness of his

disposition and deportment. “A most heavenly man (says her Ladyship),

with the most lively piety, joined with the profoundest humility

and ardent concern for the salvation of the people committed to his

charge.” And as he was one of the most aged ministers of Christ in

the kingdom, so he was inferior to none, either in the fervour of his

spirit, the simplicity of his manners, or the ancient hospitality

of the Gospel. At the same time, those who were favoured with his

friendship can never forget the delicacy and refinement of his

sentiments, and the frankness and generosity of his temper--qualities

which are not to be expected but from great and liberal minds.

Lady Huntingdon was accompanied by Mr. Wesley, who remained at Shoreham

a few days, whilst her Ladyship proceeded to Tunbridge Wells, to

regulate some affairs connected with her chapel there. From thence she

went to Brighton and Oathall, where Mr. Romaine had arrived a day or

two before. Her Ladyship returned to her residence, in Portland-row,

in the month of February. On Tuesday, the 6th, Mr. Wesley administered

the sacrament at her house _for the last time_. Mr. Maxfield

preached and spoke strongly against Perfection, a doctrine Mr. Wesley

contended for at this time with much zeal. The following week, however,

he was again at her Ladyship’s house, when Mr. Talbot, of Reading,

administered the Lord’s Supper, and Mr. Browne, of Olney, preached;

after which Mr. Wesley concluded with prayer and the usual benediction.

For some weeks Mr. Talbot and Mr. Browne administered the sacrament

and preached alternately at her Ladyship’s, assisted by Mr. Maxfield,

Mr. Green, and Mr. Foster, then curate and lecturer of St. Ann’s,

Blackfriars. Early in March, Mr. Romaine returned to London, and on the

5th accompanied her Ladyship to Reading, where she remained a few days

with her excellent friends, Mr. and Mrs. Talbot. On the 9th she reached

Bristol, where Mr. Romaine preached twice on Sunday, the 11th. The next

day she went to Bath, and the following evening Mr. Romaine preached in

the chapel to a very large and serious congregation. Passing through

Stroud and Painswick, she arrived at Cheltenham, Wednesday, the 14th.

Being refused the use of the parish church, Mr. Romaine addressed a

numerous body of people in a large school-room, where Mr. Madan, Mr.

Talbot, and others had occasionally preached some years before. On the

16th her Ladyship left Cheltenham for Oxford; and the following day

reached Reading, where she remained till Monday, Mr. Romaine having

engaged to preach on the Sunday for Mr. Talbot. After spending two

days in London, Lady Huntingdon set off for Brighton on the 22nd,

accompanied by Lady Anne Erskine, Miss Orton, and Mr. Maxfield.

On the 26th her Ladyship received the following letter from Mr.

Berridge, in answer to one she had lately written him, at the close of

which he makes a slight allusion to the disappointment she experienced

at this time by the withdrawment of Mr. De Courcy from her Ladyship’s

patronage and Connexion--

“Everton, March 23, 1770.

“My Lady--Your letter just suited my case: it was a bleeding

plaster for a bleeding heart. These many months I have done

little else but mourn for myself and others, to see how we lie

among the tombs, contented with a decent suit of grave-clothes.

At times my heart has been refreshed with these words, ‘On

the land of my people is come up briars and thorns, until the

Spirit be poured out upon them from on high;’ but the comfort

soon vanisheth, like gleams of a winter sun. I cannot wish for

transports, such as we once had, and which almost turned our

heads; but I do long to see a spirit poured forth of triumphant

faith, heavenly love, and steadfast cleaving to the Lord.

“Before I parted with honest Glascott, I cautioned him much

against petticoat snares. He has burnt his wings already. Sure

he will not imitate a foolish gnat, and hover again about the

candle? If he should fall into a sleeping-lap, he will soon need

a flannel night-cap, and a rusty chain to fix him down, like

a church bible to the reading-desk. No trap so mischievous to

the field-preacher as wedlock, and it is laid for him at every

hedge corner. Matrimony has quite maimed poor Charles,[191] and

might have spoiled John[192] and George,[193] if a wise Master

had not graciously sent them a brace of ferrets. Dear George has

now got his liberty again, and he will escape well if he is not

caught by another tenterhook.

“Eight or nine years ago, having been grievously tormented with

housekeepers, I truly had thoughts of looking out for a Jezebel

myself. But it seemed highly needful to ask advice of the Lord.

So, falling down on my knees before a table, with a Bible

between my hands, I besought the Lord to give me a direction;

then letting the Bible fall open of itself, I fixed my eyes

immediately on these words, ‘When my son was entered into his

wedding chamber he fell down and died.’ (2 Esdras x. 1). This

frightened me heartily, you may easily think; but Satan, who

stood peeping at my elbow, not liking the heavenly caution,

presently suggested a scruple, that the book was Apocryphal, and

the words not to be heeded. Well, after a short pause, I fell

on my knees again, and prayed the Lord not to be angry with me,

whilst, like Gideon, I requested a second sign, and from the

canonical Scripture; then letting my Bible fall open as before,

I fixed my eyes directly on this passage, ‘Thou shalt not take

thee a wife, neither shalt thou have sons or daughters in this

place.’ (Jer. xvi. 2). I was now completely satisfied; and being

thus made acquainted with my Lord’s mind, I make it one part of

my prayers. And I can look on these words, not only as a rule of

direction, but as a promise of security--‘_Thou shalt not take

a wife_’--that is, I will keep thee from taking one.

“This method of procuring divine intelligence is much flouted

by flimsy professors,[194] who walk at large, and desire not

that sweet and secret access to the mercy-seat which babes

of the kingdom do find. During the last twelve years I have

had occasion to consult the oracle three or four times, on

matters that seemed important and dubious, and have received

answers full and plain. Was not this the practice of the Jewish

Church? God gave laws and statutes to them, as well as to us;

but when dubious cases arose they consulted the oracle, which

gave directions how to act. Joshua and Israel are blamed for

not consulting the oracle before they made a league with the

Gibeonites. Yea, in the patriarchal times we find Rebecca

enquiring of the Lord concerning her twins; and are there not

now, as well as formerly, many dubious cases? And can we think

that God will deny that direction to the Christian Church which

he freely granted to the Jewish? Is not access to the mercy-seat

more free and more open than before? I believe perplexed cases

are often sent on purpose to teach us to enquire of the Lord.

But leaving the oracles of God, we make an oracle of man. A

dozen wise heads are consulted, and their sparkling opinions

usually prove as various as the colours of the rainbow. Thus

we are plunged into greater perplexity than before: a very

proper chastisement for our folly! At my first setting out,

I trudged on in this old, beaten, dirty track, and many wise

folks perplexed me soundly, as I, in my turn, have perplexed

yourself; witness the Welsh College. At length I found the

method little better than ‘seeking to familiar spirits, and to

wizards that peep and mutter; should not a people seek to their

God?’ (Isaiah viii. 19). Daniel sought to his God, and got out

the _secret_ of Nebuchadnezzar’s dream. ‘O yes (cries a

casuistical professor, one of Isaiah’s muttering wizards), but

this was a most extraordinary case.’ True, and yet David affirms

that the _secret_ of the Lord is with all them that fear

him. Where is faith? Buried under mountains, and not removing

them. However, this oracular enquiry is not to be made on light

and trifling occasions, and much less with a light and trifling

spirit. Whoever consults the oracle aright will enter on the

enquiry with the same solemnity as the high priest entered

into the holy of holies; neither must this be done upon any

day, but on a high day; not on trifling occasions, but on very

important concerns. And whoever thus consults the word of God as

his oracle, with a hearty desire to know and do God’s will, I

believe he will receive due information. Some people, I am told,

have had answers on their first enquiries, but afterwards have

received no answer at all. The reason may easily be guessed.

We begin our enquiries with momentous matters, and receive

satisfaction; we naturally slide into matters of no moment,

which are either plainly resolved by the word, or require only

common faith and waiting; and thus we make the consultation

matter of amusement, like the drawing a picture card out of a

Scripture pack, which is not pleasing unto God; for, though he

is willing to be consulted, he is not willing to be trifled

with, and much less to be made the subject of amusement or

diversion.”

From this time to the period of her decease Lady Huntingdon was

frequent in her visits to Brighton and Oathall; and the labours of

her Ladyship’s ministers were attended with such signal tokens of

the divine favour, that the chapel at Brighton was soon found to be

too small for the numbers who wished to attend. In the year 1774 it

was taken down and rebuilt, chiefly at the expense of Miss Orton

(afterwards Mrs. Haweis); and it is worthy to be here recorded, that

several pious young men connected with the congregation, who were

mechanics, gave their services at over-hours, in order to expedite the

necessary work. The chapel was soon finished, and solemnly dedicated

to God on the 24th of July, 1774, on which interesting occasion Mr.

Romaine preached in the morning from 1 Kings viii. 11--“For the glory

of the Lord had filled the house of the Lord;” and in the evening from

John i. 14--“We behold the glory, the glory as of the only-begotten of

the Father, full of grace and truth.”

The following year Mr. Toplady visited Brighton, where he found

a “very considerable gathering to the standard of the cross.” His

ministry was much blessed, and he was exceedingly attached to the

people. “I have found (says he) much union with them, and the unction

of the Holy One has given me much comfort and enlargement among them

hitherto, in our public approaches to God.” Being a man of extensive

knowledge, diversified talents, and great zeal--whose mind was enlarged

by science, whose heart was expanded by the benevolent system of the

Gospel, and whose aims were directed to the best and noblest ends,

it is natural to suppose his discourses contained a rich body of

evangelical truths, urged upon his hearers in a strong and forcible

manner.[195]

“I have seldom ministered to a congregation (says he) for whom

I have felt more real love and union of spirit. Communion with

the saints is one of the sweetest privileges of the people of

God; and this I have eminently enjoyed at Brighthelmstone,

where there are very many precious souls whom I esteem as the

excellent of the earth, and in whom the Lord delighteth.”

With Mr. Toplady was associated the Rev. Thomas Bliss, vicar of Ashford

and Yarncombe, in Devonshire,[196] of whom he says, “Your Ladyship has

done me an inestimable benefit by associating me with the amiable, the

excellent, the zealous, the heavenly-minded Mr. Bliss, a pattern for

believers, and particularly ministers of Jesus.”

At sixteen Mr. Bliss heard Mr. Romaine at Oxford, and was quite

exasperated at his preaching; but soon afterwards hearing Dr. Haweis,

his view of religion changed, and he became at that early age, what he

ever afterwards remained, a true Christian. He left the University

in 1760, and was introduced by Lady Huntingdon to Mr. Grimshaw, whom

he assisted till he was appointed to the living of Ashford, near

Barnstaple, in Devonshire, where he died in 1802. He was the life-long

victim of nervous disease: a friend one day calling upon him, and

asking him how he was, he replied, “I am tremblingly alive all over;

every nerve is the seat of torture. Though, to lull my pains, I take

opium enough every day to kill three strong men, the anguish I feel is

so inconceivably excruciating, as can only be exceeded by suffering the

flames of hell.” At other times he would frequently say, “My life is so

unspeakably burthensome, that nothing short of the mighty power of God,

and the support which real and experimental religion affords, could

restrain me from laying violent hands on myself.” He died happily. A

few days before his dissolution, he preached a sermon from his pillow,

on “Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord,” with an astonishing

energy and pathos. He might, on this occasion, have literally adopted

the lines of the eminently pious Baxter--

“I preach as if I ne’er should preach again;

And as a dying man to dying men.”

The Countess meanwhile extended on all sides the circle of her utility.

Her oldest chaplain, Mr. Romaine, was her adviser and assistant on

all occasions, and to him the younger ministers looked up with the

highest reverence and affection, and his advice was always to bear with

spiritual wickedness in high places, and to keep within the pale of the

Church.

His true love and respect for the Church of England was in no wise

lessened, nor did ever any man take more effectual pains to serve her,

whether by his preaching or his advice. Many of his vacations were

employed in her service, and he constantly travelled about with her

Ladyship, preaching the doctrine of the kingdom. Sussex and Hampshire

enjoyed much of the fruits of these excursions.

The labours of Mr. Romaine, and of those men of God who united with him

in “holding forth the word of life,” were truly astonishing. They were

not suffered to labour in vain, or spend their strength for nought,

when called to go forth in the name of their Divine Master. His word

directs--“In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not

thine hand; for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or

that.”

The same ardent zeal animating Lady Huntingdon’s spirit, she embraced

the offer of an individual at Chichester to occupy his house and try to

diffuse in that city, and the region around it, the light of the Sun of

Righteousness. Thither she went, with the ministers who laboured for

her in the blessed work of spreading the everlasting Gospel. A chapel

was soon erected, and opened by Mr. Pentycross. Mr. English, one of her

Ladyship’s senior students, left it to take charge of a congregation at

Gosport, of which the late Dr. Bogue was afterwards pastor. Mr. English

had been labouring at Worcester, and from thence had been removed by

Lady Huntingdon to Chichester. His ministry was generally acceptable,

and he was favoured with encouragement and marks of usefulness. He was

succeeded by Mr. Matthew Wilks, and then by the students of Trevecca in

rotation. Two large chapels were soon after erected at the neighbouring

village of Emsworth, and others at Petworth and Guildford. Such were

the fruits of Lady Huntingdon’s labours at Chichester.

Great and illustrious, indeed, was the cause in which this venerable

woman was engaged. Surveying the moral condition of mankind--the

imperishable nature and unalterable destination of the human

spirit--how feelingly does she lament the feebleness and insufficiency

of the instrument in so divine a work, and the numberless imperfections

which mingled with all her best services! Nevertheless, she cherished

sensations of joy and thankfulness while she contemplated the glorious

effects which, through such feeble and imperfect means, the power of

the Almighty had accomplished. It was his Spirit which kindled this

flame of divine charity, and, by his efficacious impulse in her heart,

constrained her to unceasing exertions in scattering the precious

seed of the everlasting Gospel in various parts of the kingdom, then

desolate as the barren heath, but in succeeding generations producing

plenteously the plants of righteousness, and the ripe fruits of grace

and glory.

In 1755 a place of worship was opened by her Ladyship’s means at

Basingstoke. After some years it was found too small and inconvenient

for a rapidly increasing congregation, under the Rev. Thomas Thorne,

one of her Ladyship’s ministers, who had settled there. About the year

1799 a new chapel was erected, capable of accommodating six hundred

people, and opened for divine worship on the 11th of July, 1802. In the

morning, Mr. Thorne, minister of the chapel, who was much attached to

the use of the Liturgy of the Church of England, and enjoyed himself

most where it was most esteemed, read the prayers of the Established

Church; and the Rev. William Cooper, who was afterwards minister of

her Ladyship’s chapel in Dublin, preached from Gen. xxviii. 16–17. Mr.

Wilkins preached in the afternoon, and Mr. Cooper again in the evening.

Mr. Thorne continued at Basingstoke about ten years.

In 1779 Mr. Wills had resigned his charge at St. Agnes, near Truro, in

Cornwall, and had entered the Connexion of the Countess of Huntingdon,

happy in travelling from town to town, and from city to city, to

diffuse abroad the savour of that name which he loved. At the same

time, Dr. Haweis, Mr. Glascott, and Mr. Taylor were frequent in their

visits to Brighton and Oathall, and the other chapels of her Ladyship

in the neighbourhood. In 1782 the congregation enjoyed the labours of

the Rev. Edward Burn, minister of St. Mary’s, Birmingham.

In the year 1788 another alteration took place in the chapel at

Brighton; a front gallery was erected by the voluntary subscriptions of

several friends, chiefly for the accommodation of the Sunday-school:

and in the year 1810–11 a further alteration was effected, by throwing

open to the chapel a large parlour, by means of folding doors,

principally for the accommodation of the visitors, building a fourth

gallery for the poor and the children of the school, and erecting a

minister’s vestry behind the pulpit. The chapel was now rendered a

very commodious place of worship, and was capable of containing about

a thousand persons. On the completion of this alteration, the Rev.

Rowland Hill preached in the morning and evening, and the Rev. Mr.

Whitefoot, of Enfield, delivered a discourse in the afternoon.

In the year 1822 it was deemed expedient again to enlarge the chapel,

by enclosing a piece of ground at the south end, equal in size to

rather more than half the ground floor in 1810; and on Sunday, the

19th April, 1822, the Rev. Rowland Hill again preached twice at the

re-opening. The chapel is now considered sufficiently capacious to

contain fifteen hundred persons, and is characterized by a neat and

chaste simplicity throughout.

At Brighton and Oathall the Rev. Thomas Jones passed the last

twenty-six years of his life, which closed September 15th, 1814. At

that time he was the senior minister in Lady Huntingdon’s Connexion,

having been admitted at Trevecca in 1769. How encouraging, how

animating are these relations of the success attending the benevolent

efforts of the noble Countess! The footsteps of Divine Providence,

in the government of the world at large, are traced with devout

attention by every real Christian; but those events which are visibly

connected with the extension of the Saviour’s kingdom among men are

observed with the most diligent and affectionate regard. To those

who are the subjects of the great Redeemer the interests of pure and

vital godliness are inexpressibly dear; and every advance towards the

establishment of his gracious reign must be pleasing in the highest

degree. The foregoing narrative hath furnished abundant evidence of

the Lord’s gracious approbation of the various and zealous efforts of

the ministers sent forth by her Ladyship, and, consequently, strong

encouragement to those that remain to proceed with increasing diligence

and vigour in this noble cause. O! how did the heart of the venerable

Foundress of the Connexion glow with holy ardour for the honour of her

Divine Lord, and for the salvation of lost sinners! And how was she

constrained to employ all her powers, to exert all their vigour, to

advance the same interests for which the Saviour’s companion prompted

him to live and die! Much, very much indeed, remains to be done. The

voice of the Great Leader and Commander is--GO FORWARD! The

voice of an approving Providence is--Go forward!

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