know yet how I may move; indeed it seems as if I could not move at all: but if I bow rightly all will be well.

My love to thy husband, and friends in Manchester, and to dear Deborah Darby and Rebecca Young. Does not my spirit go with them? I think it does. But may the Lord go with them, preserve them, and cover their heads in the day of battle.. In the fulness of heart-felt affection, I am thy friend,

To Daniel Anthony, &c.

JOB SCOTT.

Dublin, 30th of 7th month, 1793.

Dear father, &c.

I am just returned from about a two weeks' journey, here in Ireland; and expect in a day or two to set off again for the north of this nation. Have been mostly pretty well, since I came to Ireland, with the exception of a few days' pretty severe illness. Friends are very kind and attentive, and I have a prospect of very agreeable company (not public). Perhaps by the Half-year's Meeting to be held here, the beginning of 11th month, I may be near ready to leave Ireland; whether directly for England, or by way of Scotland, I don't yet know.

Thy letter of 6th and 12th of 5th month, with dear sister R's, were more welcome than many other welcome things; more, I believe, than you will readily be aware of. I got them on my first landing in this city, the 9th of this month, very low in mind, indeed. I felt as if it was utterly in vain for me to attempt visiting the meetings; and yet I did not feel as if I durst attempt the rolling waves in an escape for dear New England, though I thought of it. The letters were just at that juncture, I suppose, much more sustainingly felt, than they might have been in some other state of mind; and almost made amends for the long want of information from you and the dear children: though even now I have mentioned this, I scarce like to let it go, lest it encourage you to delay writing, which I much desire you may not do, for truly suspense in regard to the state and welfare of

the nearest friends in life, is painful. I was pleased to hear from so many of them, besides those under the one old roof; and request that in the next letters, (may it not be long first,) I may have a like extensive information; for I wish to hear from as many relations and friends, as I well can. I have not much to write you now: this letter is just to acknowledge yours; and to tell of my health, and where I am. Though I really felt when I got to Ireland, as if I should certainly be more shut up in this land, than I had ever been any where before, or at least get on with greater difficulty, yet blessed be the alone sure Helper, my way has been very open, and I get much relief, though now for two or three meetings, it has been hard "getting the hatches up ;" and scarce attainable to much satisfaction. So that if abasement is good, I still have, and seem likely to have my portion of it. Oh! how altogether unable to go alone, or relieve my own soul! Well, it is all for the best. I don't wish at all to be independent. I wish to be more and more patient, and quietly to wait. The end of the whole race will ere long arrive, and then the past pains and difficulties will be little regarded. May you all, dearly beloved, hold on in faith and patience; and believe yourselves as well off as the thousands who are daily suffering more or less loss of the best birthright, through the love and enjoyment of worldly things, a mess of pottage. As some of you may have written more than once, it may be right to inform that I have received only what bears date 6th and 12th, and Remember's the 8th of 5th month, all in one. I was glad to hear of dear father Scott's recovered health, and wish him health in every sense of the word. When I think of him he feels increasingly near to me; may his stay in this troublesome world, be continued till his soul may be prepared for a mansion of eternal blessedness. I doubt not your care and kindness towards him; and acknowledge it as a kindness to me also, for I much wish his comfort every way; and do desire he may be duly sensible of the kindness of our great Creator in continuing him so long in life, and raising him so many times from a very low and alarming state of health. Surely, if he sees and feels it rightly, he must view it as designed to give him full time to prepare for death; which I hope he will carefully attend to. Oh! may he

Oh !

be aware of the evil surmises, and insinuations of such as make him believe they are his friends, but whom I know to be his enemies, and to be governed by an evil disposition. May the Lord Almighty open the dear old man's eyes to see them as they are, and to shun their poison, however gilt over, and alluringly presented. It has already retarded, yea, greatly retarded his progress in the best things. Give my dear love to him, and tell him, I most sincerely wish him all health and happiness, here and hereafter, forever. Salute me, to all my dear relations and friends. I cannot write to any of them now, but begin to think it time to get a line from some of them.

I am glad my dear brothers have got well through the smallpox, seeing they took it upon them; though I am more and more convinced of the inutility of inoculation. Some of my own sentiments are confirmed by those of the great Doctor Fothergill, and divers European physicians now living, who believe if inoculation was quite dropped, the small-pox would probably soon cease entirely in these nations. Joy to Levi and his Rispah: I hope it is all well, I feel no objection at all to it. I hope I don't overrate my dear W. R., nay, I believe I do not. I left him in London with his wife and daughters, but I sent him a copy of thy salutation and remarks. I am pleased thou sometimes rememberest the precious seasons of communication, unity, and similarity of sentiment; seasons still precious to my soul, and still endearing, and I trust will remain lastingly so; yea, if no evil genius intrude, as lasting as life in the body. Success to Doctor T. G.; I heartily wish him success in every good thing, especially in the increase of true religious experience and stability. I wrote from Liverpool about the 26th of last month: has that letter, or those letters arrived, or any from Dunkirk? I congratulate dear sister Ruth on her fine acquisition. You know I don't think much of names; (many are called by the great name, that have little but a name ;) but I am very free the dear boy should bear my poor name: I think it shows, at least, I am remembered among those I wish a place with. Most af fectionately remember me to all my dear children, and all those who have them. I gladly hear dear Lydia has been so much at school, and that dear little James and Ruthy learn their books.

Tell them their father hopes to come again before Ruthy grows a great girl, though he desires it may not be before she is a good one. I am limited for time, or I might particularly acknowledge dear sister Remember's very acceptable letter. May she keep the word of patience through all her trials; but the only sure way to be kept in patience, is to observe a strict faithfulness. I wrote about the beginning of 6th month, and sent S. Grubb's Journal, &c. Have they arrived? If they have, may dear Remember, and all the family, improve by the many precious observations therein contained. If dear father Scott can see to read, I think he will like to read the Journal. May he who bore me o'er the main,

And still preserves my life;

In faith and hope your souls sustain,

Till vict'ry ends the strife.

In the unfeigned love of the everlasting gospel, I bid you all farewell, and am in nature's, and the bands of grace, yours, &c.

JOB SCOTT.

To George Churchman, Nottingham, America.

Dear friend,

Dublin, 31st of 7th month, 1793.

When I first landed here the 9th inst., I received thy acceptable letter of 4th month 29th. Since then I have been about a two weeks' journey southward, and returned here the day before yesterday. To-morrow I expect to go for the north; and may probably be ready to leave Ireland, soon after the Halfyear's Meeting in the 11th month. A few days of considerable illness excepted, I have been mostly, since I came into this nation, in a tolerable good state of health. When I first landed, and during the whole passage from Liverpool, (which was tedious and lasted near a week,) I felt as if it would be utterly in vain for me to attempt visiting or appointing any meetings. I had found hard getting forward, with much relief to my own mind, in England; much more so, than in your country, or the VOL. II.-27

southern states of dear North America. But I felt, during this trying, baptizing passage, and increasingly so on landing here, as if all was over; and that if I attempted any movements here, I should not only find great difficulty, but impossibility in the way. Though "Ireland! Ireland! the Lord thy God hath service for thee in Ireland," had rung day and night in the ear of my soul, for some time before I opened my concern to my dear friends at home. Alas! all sense of such feeling language and impressions, was wholly removed from me, as soon as, and for some time before, I arrived at the land, thus livingly pointed out to me. But my way has, through divine assistance, been pretty open, and most of the meetings I have yet had, have afforded much solid satisfaction to my mind; though I have generally to begin in a low spring, and lay very low to keep in it as I move along, or I should find no relief at all. Indeed, it is almost beyond my attainment to keep steadily down to so low a spring, in such a manner, as to witness the waters to rise and flow over all.

But, blessed be the Helper of Israel, this has sometimes been the case, in a very soul-satiating manner. After which I have to go down again into stripping, and the total loss of all things. I have no idea that my visit here, or in any part of Europe, will amount to much more than the ease of my own mind. Indeed, though in some former travels I have been helped and favoured beyond my previous expectation, I believe that few traces have been ever, any where, left behind me. I have no desire to set up any monuments, to proclaim after me, that Job Scott has been here. And I think Providence has so ordered it that none has been set up. I do not know that I should do well to judge, but I have at least feared, that some who have travelled, have desired to leave monuments of remembrance behind them, and have rather aimed, and striven to do some great things. Well, let me not vainly prefer myself, because I think this is not my case. I ought to be humble; but if I go to thinking I am so, I may be proud even of that. I confess, I am convinced, that I have no true humility, but what is, as it were, daily beat into me. And yet I have nothing at all in me, or belonging to me, but what, rightly viewed, must tend to humble me. I never was