“Do you remember how much I used to say about our dear Methodist Society in Antigua? and the three holy, harmless, zealous Moravian brethren? and how the preachers gave each other the right hand of fellowship, forgetting their differences, in that land of open hostilities, on the kingdom of their common Lord?  Thither the Lord brought me from a land of entire barrenness, where, as far as I know, a gospel sermon was never preached.  Here I was brought into great affliction, and to pass through the severest trial that I ever experienced before or since.

“’The Lord brought me into this fold, a poor straggling lamb, who had for five years herded among the goats; and little difference was there between them and me, except that my soul longed after green pastures and rejoiced to hear the shepherd’s voice, and when I heard it I knew it, though from one who did not belong to my original fold; these good people nourished me with tenderness, bore with patience my carnality.  When my dear husband was taken ill, they wrestled for him in prayer; Mr. Gilbert was every day with him; the Lord heard and gave a joyful parting; yes, joyful, never did I experience such joy; then they sympathized with and soothed the widowed heart, fed her with promises, and in a measure established her:  thus they wrought with God in calling in one, and restoring another; never, never shall I forget the labors of love of that dear little society.

“How many such stragglers as I may be wandering in both East and West Indies, and may be restored by these precious missionaries.  I owe them, of my labors, more than others.  I send you a bill for fifty pounds. I have received eighteen copies of the Missionary Magazine, as far as No. 9.  I have got subscribers for them all, who will continue; pay these, and send me what more numbers have been published by the return of the Edinburgh packet, also eighteen complete sets from the beginning.  I hope to be successful in disposing of them also.  I suppose the sermons go to the same fund; send me a hundred sermons, I will see to get them disposed of; send them single, not bound, and of the best; perhaps they may pave the way for more to follow; every little helps; drops make up the ocean.  We cannot yet produce anything; we are gathering intelligence, and endeavoring to collect money; but I grudge that what we can spare should be idle in the meantime; the cause is one; pay the magazines at once, and the sermons if you have enough of my money.  I hope to remit again in September.  I have a great wish to have a finger in your pie in some way; if I must not subscribe past our own society, I may sell books for yours.

“Ever, my dear friend, yours,

“I.  GRAHAM.”

To the same.

“1796-7.

“I thank my friend for her letter.  I rejoice with you, and bless the widow’s God.  He has indeed been so to us, to the full amount of the promise.  I have now much to sing of, little to complain of; my dear girls and Mr. B——­ go forward steadily, having laid aside the weights of amusements and gayety, and seem determined to follow the Lord fully through good and through evil report.  Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits.  We have a full school, and a very comfortable set of girls.  The Lord has delivered from all heavy burthens.