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horses. I was under some dejection of spirits. I 

 have lately read the Life of David Brainard — a man 

 of my make, such a constitution, and of great labors; 

 his religion was all gold, the purest gold. My eyes 

 fail; I must keep them for the Bible and the Con- 

 ferences. 



South Carolina — Friday, 29. Engaged in closet ex- 

 ercises. I do not find matters as I wish: one preach- 

 er has deserted his station; and there are contentions 

 amongst the Africans. 



Saturday, 30. My soul is deeply oppressed with a 

 heavy sea of troubles. 



Sunday, December 1. " Still heavy is my heart; 

 still sink my spirits down." At Cumberland Street 

 Church I spoke upon Rev. vii. 13-17. My two general 

 heads of discourse were, (1) The gracious although 

 afflicted state of God's people in this world; (2) The 

 glorious and happy state of the righteous in heaven. 

 Our lower floor was nearly rilled with communicants, 

 white and black. Do they all indeed "discern the 

 Lord's body?" It will never do for me to record all 

 I fear, hear, and think. At Bethel Church 1 took for 

 my text Rom. xii. 9-12. I observed that the text con- 

 tained evangelical Christian duties, privileges, prom- 

 ises, and marks, by which we might judge of ourselves 

 as Christians. That if these marks, and this experi- 

 ence, were not upon us and in us, we could not be 

 Christians. Within twenty years I have visited this 

 place, going and returning, at least thirty times. 



Saturday, 7. Since Monday, amongst other occu- 

 pations, I have been employed in reading one thou • 

 sand pages of Mr. Atmore's Memorial, and Mr. Wes- 

 ley's Journal: these books suit me best — I see there 

 the rise and progress of Methodism. I met the mem- 

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