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now for the first time in his life, William Rhodes met with a person who sought to do him spiritual good, but this attempt only exasperated his unbelief, and he told the kind evangelist that his principles were only fancies, deserving to be held in utter contempt, and that he himself would never embrace them while he retained his reason. He always thought his conversion was by a kind of mental miracle, a change effected by God as the sole instrument, as well as the sole power.

The following extract from a letter to a friend in September, 1824, gives his own narrative of the circumstance :

"It is thirteen years on the second Wednesday of this month, since I became a Christian.

On that Wednesday night, poor Henry again conversed with me on religious topics, and invited me to go with him to meeting on the morrow evening; I was touched by his kindness, but felt utter distaste and contempt for his piety. I would not promise to go when we parted, I mused upon it, and determined never to go. In this temper I went to sleep. This proved a memorable night to me. The moment I opened my eyes in the morning, I felt myself a new being. A fresh set of sentiments and feelings rushed

into my mind and perfectly amazed me. No language I have at command will fully convey to you what I felt. All things appeared to me in a new light; I felt most vividly concerned, distressed, alarmed about my soul and God. The deep things of religion gleamed through the ignorance of my mind in dim, misty, fearful colours. All the feelings of dislike for Henry and his religion when I closed my eyes in sleep were now completely gone, and I felt an inexpressible longing to be religious. I felt as if I had been placed in a new world in clouded moonlight; all was new, strange, and appalling; yet nothing distinctly seen. As I looked back on the dismal past, all my life appeared utter vanity and sin. This continued all the day; that was indeed a day of solemn and awful musing, of solemn and awful emotion. Religion, though I did not understand its nature nor how to seek it-religion and eternity filled every moment of thought, and appeared to me to be simply and sublimely my all. I determined to become a real Christian, whatever that might be; to renounce everything that might hinder, and attend to everything that might assist me in the blessed attainment. I felt that I had all to learn, all to feel, and all to do for the salvation of my soul.

"In a day or two the troubled amazement of my spirit considerably subsided, my views became more

clear and defined, I perceived the nature of what was working within me, and felt sure that a new life of thought and feeling had commenced. I longed for pardon; the way of mercy through a Saviour began to open before me with indistinct but delightful freshness. Oh what divine rest and beauty I soon felt and saw in the simple plan of salvation though his death! The following Saturday I learnt a hymn, the first I ever learnt, and entered fully into its affecting import :

'And now the scales have left mine eyes,
Now I begin to see.'

A spirit of prayer was poured upon me, and on my way home in the dark, I, who had never prayed without a form, prayed for an hour in my own language, from the fulness of my heart."

Such is his own report of the strange fact. The mere student of mind and its phenomena may be disposed to regard it with sceptical surprise. Perhaps indeed, the fact, though strange, was not so unaccountable as he supposed. Perhaps in the course of some interview with his friend, when his mind was in a state of angry confusion or scornful indifference; when it was not listening, when it was not taking in the full

meaning of what was addressed to it; some divine truth spoken by "Poor Henry" found a silent lodgment there, scarcely noticed at the time and soon forgotten; and then, in that solemn hour when the Spirit was at work within him, this truth was one of the powers employed to alarm his conscience into life, and melt his spirit into penitence. Whatever may be the true explanation of the mystery, it is certain that from that memorable night he appeared to be a new being. He once assured a friend that his happy confidence in being saved never had an hour's disturbance from this time. Before it his life was one of darkness; after it, his path, though sometimes chequered and stormy, was the path of the just, shining more and more unto the perfect day.

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EIGHT months after the change, the history of which has just been related, the young convert was baptized at Salisbury by the Rev. J. Saffery, then and for many years the esteemed pastor of a church there. As he lived eighteen miles away, he had been received as a candidate for baptism on the credit of the village preachers, and his first interview with Mr. Saffery was in the half hour before service. The substance of what passed may be learned from one of his papers :

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