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James, were not to justify his person before God, but his faith before man; because if it were otherwise to be interpreted, it would be utterly impracticable to reconcile St. Paul and St. James to each other; and equally impossible that we could be justified by the faith of the Gospel only, as St. Paul declares, in order “that we may have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ."
Thus the perplexity of Mr. Lovely was very cousiderable, while the conversation was highly satisfactory to the feelings of Mrs. Lovely, who almost shocked the formality of her amiable husband, by saying, that all she did was so intermixed with sin, though these feelings grieved her to the heart, that she felt her need of mercy as much as the vilest Magdalen on the earth.
However Mr. Lovely, finding himself 'hard pressed, begged for quarter : he requested to know, as Dr, Orderly was such an excellent man, and seemed to be more of his way of thinking, whether he could not contrive so as to have an interview with him.The hospitable and friendly Mr. Merryman immediately observed, that he did not doubt it ; that he and the worthy Doctor were on very friendly terms; and that as his living was but about six miles from his house, he was sure the Doctor would treat him as a gentleman and a Christian. But as he was always much engaged in composing fresh sermons for his congregation, he did not love to be interrupted to: wards the latter end of the week; that he could as yet, give Mr. Lovely nothing better than bachelor's fare, though he hoped to see better days,(casting a wishful look at Miss Worthy) but that still he would do his best.
This generous conduct and affectionate familiarity still more interested the Lovelys in the favour of Mr. Merryman. A promise was given that they would make an excursion to Sandover; the result of which will soon be communicated to the reader.
MR. WORTHY, MR. LOVEGOOD, FARMER LITTLE
WORTH, HENRY, AND OTHERS.
THE STORY OF MRS. CHIPMAN RESUME).
Containing an account of the return of Henry Lit
tleworth, and the happy death of Mr. Chipman. DURING the absence of the Lovelys, while on their visit to Mr. Merryman, Henry Littleworth returned. The result of this visit shall now be brought forward.
Far. [To his wife.] Why dame, here is old Nelly Trot, the letter-carrier ; she has brought a letter from Mapleton, and it is from Harry. Dear Child, I hope he is coming home. It appears to me as if he had been gone a longful time. [To Miss Nancy.] Nancy my child, pay the postage, and give poor Nelly a
cup of drink.
Miss Nancy. Nelly, what does the letter come to ? Nelly. Eight-pence Miss.
Mrs. Lit. Eight-pence! why it is just double since this French war.
Far. Never mind dame, the Lord be thanked ! better pay a few more taxes than be governed by Bonypart, and the French folk; but come in, and let us read the letter. [The Farmer puts on his
snectacles and reads it ]
MY MOST DEAR FATHER,
“ Through the great mercy of God, all the designs of my journey to Locksbury have been fully answered.- Mr. Chipman resigned his soul into the hands of God on Wednesday last. What blessed things he said during his sickness; and what a glorious end he made of it! I was with him in the solemn moments of bis departure. When he felt himself going, he took me by the hand and kissed it, and then said, God bless you a thousand times for your attention to my precious soul. I said to him, Dear Sir, you are just going to be dissolved and be with Cbrist :' then he stammered out, word after word, Our light afflictions, which are but for a moment, work out for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.' He immediately closed his eyes, squeezed my hand, and then said, "God is come;' fetched a long sigh, and breathed no more.
Mr. Reader was also standing at the bed-side ; and when he perceived his son-in-law was going, fell down on his knees and offered up a secret prayer; and after he found he was dead, while a plentiful shower of tears were running down his cheeks, he kissed his corpse, and said, the best of husbands, the most affectionate son-in-law is now no more. " Oh! that my poor unfortunate daughter should have been the death of such a worthy man.” Oh, my dear father! what scenes I have beheld since I left your house on this occasion,-But, be sure don't tell Mrs. Chipman what Mr. Reader said when her husband died. And I think it will be best not to inform her of
thing about his death, till after my return, for then I can first tell her what a blessed state of mind he was brought into before he died, which may be the most likely way of preserving her heart from being broken, by the death of her husband, through her unfaithful conduct.
“Oh my dear parents ! how rejoiced I am, that my base conduct had not the same effects on you, as Mrs. Chipman's elopement has had on her poor hus
band : and what a mercy it is, dear Father, that your once profligate son should now be employed on an errand in which he has had the honour of conveying the news of the same salvation he has felt on his own heart, to others that were once as ignorant, if not as wicked, as himself.”
[Here the farmer takes off his spectacles, and weeps and cries, “O this child, this sweet child ! see what the grace of God can do. The Lord be praised ! -O what would I give, if Polly and Patty were but like my dear Harry !”]
Mrs. Lit. Master, your spirits are so affected, had I not better pour you a glass of currant wine ?
Far. No I thank you dame.-Harry's letter is but a short one, I'll read the rest of it. [The spectacles are again mounted, and the Farmer proceeds with the letter.]
“ As the end of my coming to this place is now accomplished, and as I have already been above a month from home, I wish to return as soon as circumstances will allow.-But Mr. Reader is so very anxious that I should stop over the funeral, and help him to settle his son's affairs, that I cannot resist his importunate request. I fear therefore, I shall not be at home till next Friday, or Saturday se'night; though indeed if I were to stop in these parts another Sabbath after the next I think my patience would be quite exhausted. You cannot conceive, my dear Father, what a difference there is between the sermons of Mr. Fribble and Mr. Lovegood.-Blessed be God, I never was made so thankful for the preaching of the word of life, as since I have for a season been deprived of it. At times it quite affects me, that the people in these parts should hear no more of the Gospel, and sometimes hardly as much as might be expected from a mere heathen teacher. As I hope, with the Lord's blessing to see you again soon, I need only add for the present, that when you have time, it might not be amiss if you could ride down to Mr. Lovegood, and consult him about the
best plan of laying before Mrs Chipman her family affairs : and in this, and every concern, may the Lord give us wisdom and grace to act as shall be most consistent with his glory! With my kind love to my sisters and most affectionate duty to you, dear Father and Mother.
Your most dutiful and loving son,
The Farmer, according to his son's advice, went to Mr. Lovegood to consult him. Mr. Lovegood was of opinion that Mr Worthy would be glad still farther to interest himself on this business. It was therefore agreed, that directly as Mr. Henry came home they should all go together to Brookfield Hall, and that Mr. Lovegood should give Mr Worthy previous notice of their intentions.
Henry returned on the Friday evening, as he mentioned in his letter. We pass by all the affectionate intercourse, between him and his own relatives on his arrival, and record the conversation which took place on the Saturday morning according to appointment.
[Farmer Littleworth, Henry, and Mr. Lovegood are introduced.]
Wor. How do you all do? Come in, Mr. Littleworth, I wish you joy on your son's return.
Far. Thank your Honour; but it seems as if he had been gone for an age. Harry and I never loved one another as we now do, till we both were taught to love the Lord. [To Henry.] Ay'nt it so my dear child ?
Hen. Ah father, I hope we shall both have eternal reason to bless God for his lo This sets all right between parents and children, and all the world, if all was wrong before.
IVor, Well, let us all sit down, and then Mr Henry