Farewell! The perfect.' The manner is inexpressible, but the thing is certain. Faith is the evidence. everlasting God be with you always! "I am your affectionate brother, "WM. BRAMWELL." In the following letter we have a striking proof of the sincere and faithful friend. LETTER LXIX. To Mr. Thomas Crowther. "Newcastle, June, 1816. Gomersal and "MY DEAR BROTHER,-Notwithstanding my long silence, my soul is ever towards you. the circuit are near my heart. My prayer to God for you all is that you may still be saved, and above all things, prosper in your souls. I think I never felt a greater longing for the salvation of the churches, and of the world; and never so fully satisfied that it is God that worketh all in all.' · I am giving myself to God, to receive a much deeper baptism, which I feel is my liberty in this world. I cannot rest in sins forgiven, or in being cleansed from all unrighteousness. I see the glory which belongs to me in our blessed Lord, is for himself to dwell fully in my soul. I will praise him, I do praise him. But O my little faith! I must go, I must rise, I must live with him for ever. Amen! All "My wife is much established, but not quite clear of the disease. She has occasionally slight relapses. Perhaps she will not be sound till she receives the new glorious body. May she pray always, and never faint. We are doing well, but the work is not general. around us are in tribulation. God only knows when the general conflict will be past. God is in many places pouring out his flood of mercy even in troublous times. England has surely had a great day of heavenly visitation. It has been exalted to heaven. The Lord grant that it may not be cast down to hell! I hope the ever blessed God will continue to show you his glory. O that the preachers, leaders, and all the societies, may be alive to God. "I trembled for you when I heard of your mission feast, &c, &c. I much feared you would be flushed with outward appearances, and look into the feast room, and be greatly incumbered, and sink down into the cellar, with a load of worldly glory. My dear Crowther, excuse me, I thought you were proof against these things; but you and I show ourselves to be but men. The Lord save us! And may we sit together in glory! "I am your affectionate brother, CHAPTER XIV. Mr. Bramwell's appointment to Salford-His zealous laboursDeclining health-Letters. We now enter on the last circuit in which this faithful servant of Christ Jesus was permitted to labour. The conference appointed him to Salford in 1817. From all the accounts of those who were favoured with his presence, it appears that he was fully persuaded that his work was nearly finished, and that the time of his departure was at hand. Few Christian ministers have had more intimate communion with God, or have evinced a greater portion of self dedication, than Mr. Bramwell. His heavenly conversation and zealous exertions in the cause of his divine Master are thus described by Mr. James Grime : "Lamenting with others the loss sustained by the removal of one so eminently useful amongst us, as the late Mr. Bramwell was, I have found my mind thrown back upon the events of the year which is past, in order to collect a few of the fragments which remain in my remembrance, of the labours of a man endeared to us by the consciousness we had of his being, like Abraham, the friend of God,' a man mighty in faith, strong in prayer, enjoying constant union and communion with God. Oh! that not a look, nor a word of so great, so good a man may fall to the ground! May God make the memoir about to be published a blessing to every reader ! "At the time when Mr. Bramwell was appointed to this circuit, we had petitioned for him seventeen years; and at length we obtained our wishes. The expectation which had been formed was not disappointed. In his first address he stated the duties of ministers of the gospel, and his determination to labour after that model. "I shall call upon you,' he said, 'not to eat, drink, or spend the time in conversation with you upon indifferent subjects, but to ask you concerning the state of your souls.' "His method of preaching was peculiar to himself. For sometimes he made choice of very singular passages from the prophets; notwithstanding which, before he had finished, they were made very plain to the understanding. The metaphors of the inspired penmen were also applied in a remarkable manner to every individual, either as a private character, or as a member of a Christian community. Whoever remembers the following texts out of many others, will already have made the same remarks: Isa. vi, 1, 5; Isa. xliii, 1, 2; Isa. li, 9, 11; Isa. liii, 1, 2; Isa. lviii, 11, 12; Isa. lxii, 10, 12; Jer. xiv, 7, 9; Lam. iii, 31, 39. "On one occasion Mr. Atmore said, 'None but Mr. Bramwell could have preached from such a text.' One idea generally prevailed in some mode or other, and formed the basis of almost all his discourses-that every Christian man should stand in his place, filled with the Spirit of God, and thus be qualified for the performance of every duty. "How powerful was his call! Preachers! leaders! prayer leaders, and people!' and sometimes his zeal was so great that not an office of any kind escaped his notice. Singers and door-keepers!' resounded through the chapel. So impressive were his calls to enter into the fulness of every gospel privilege, that every head has often been bowed down, and hundreds pricked to the heart. According to his own account, he seldom ascended the pulpit without strong conflicts. Perhaps his soul had been wrestling with God in mighty prayer, that the glory of the Redeemer might appear. But the nature of those conflicts he never mentioned. When, however, he had entered upon his duty, and sometimes even as soon as he entered the pulpit, his soul be. came unburdened; in the midst of his sermon he would obtain full liberty. Enraptured with the glories of heaven, and filled with holy fervour and zeal, he would lose sight of his presence in the body. At such seasons the Spirit's influences were shed abroad; and if there was a heart that felt not, surely that heart was hardened be wilful prejudice, or had become a willing captive to a Laodicean spirit. The inhabitants of Manchester, Salford, and Pendleton, remember many of those seasons, with a mixture of the most exalted feelings. Those of Barton will never forget the last love feast which Mr. Bramwell held amongst them, when upwards of thirty souls were set at liberty. On that occasion he informed me that for nearly two hours he did not know whether he was in the body or not. The fervour of his spirit often led him into an involuntary poetic strain, little inferior to those celebrated compositions which have given immortal honour to the name of Dr. Young. I did indeed think that he had composed some piece which described the warfare and triumph of a Christian, and that at these times he was generally quoting himself. This mode of delivery was of frequent occurrence. "He usually met the society after preaching on a Sunday evening, when that holy fervour which he had felt during preaching was far from being evaporated. He appeared unwilling to leave his post: 'Suffer me, suffer me,' he would often repeat. During preaching also he used the same expressions, as well as 'Bear with me, O bear with me!' so importunate was he, and yet so feeling! and as often he returned to the charge. In the midst of the closing benediction, he has frequently resumed singing with Praise God from whom all blessings flow! &c; when the chapel, instead of being emptied, has been filled with fresh incense. In short, if Mr. Bramwell had received at his first coming amongst us, a clear discovery of the particular time of his departure, he could not have laboured with greater earnestness. On the sabbath before he left us : for conference, one of his texts was from Phil. ii, 8, For God is my record how greatly I long after you all in the bowels of Jesus Christ.' When he sees Pendleton coming up the mount of God,' according to his ardent prayer well remembered, and heaven's host resounds the news,' they can and will, and must bear testimony, 'how greatly he did long after them all in the bowels of Jesus Christ.' "Whenever he met an old professor enjoying the love of God, and ready to depart, he would say, ' Well my friend, it cannot be long before you take possession of the kingdom. When you get there tell them who are already in heaven, I am following hard after you, and shall not be long.' 'I go,' said he, in one of his sermons, many times in a day to look over this estate of mine.' To a friend who said, This is my birth day, Mr. Bramwell replied, 'Well, if you live as long again wholly devoted to God, you will then become a holy man indeed.' The attainment of entire sanctification, was what he would constantly impress upon the minds of all who entered into conversation with him. Too many, he feared, are only outward court worshippers, when it is their privilege to enter into the holy of holies. "To live dead to the world, and ever prepared for a dying hour, was his constant subject. This he would enforce by many familiar similes. If,' said he, 'the call should be at midnight, can you arise and at once willingly and cheerfully obey the summons? If at noonday, are you ready? Is every thing in its place? Can you obey with the same alacrity with which you would run to the door upon hearing a loud rap? Or is there something to be set in order, before the call can |