Monday Morning.
YESTERDAY we toiled hard all day, and I am in hopes that we caught something. But last night the place would not hold half the people; I had no room to bestow my fruits and my goods. The people were very attentive to hear, and I think the Lord was with me. I found a poor arminian, whom the Lord brought out from that ant's nest the last time I was here; he is now among the better sort of insects. He spent the evening with us last night, and seems very glad he is out of prison; and I hope Jesus will keep him there, that, like Jeremiah, he may no more return to the earth, lest be die there.
The other meetings I find were very thin, the preachers could not keep themselves warm. He that is sunk into arianism gets worse and worse; the Lord ever keep us. I have only time to fulfil my promise. I am, this morning, going to preach in the country at ten o'clock, and am to return and preach here in the evening. Tuesday I am to preach at two places, fifteen miles off; you see they will have their pennyworths out of me. God bless you. I do pray for you all.
W. HUNTINGTON.
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