⟨told⟩ him he had no cause to censure it so bitterly. At last he bought it, but told him he would not ⟨read⟩ it. What will you do with it then; said Mr. Boulter; I will tear and burn it, said he, and ⟨send⟩ it to the Devil. Mr. Boulter told him then ⟨he⟩ should not have it. Upon this the gentleman promised to read it; and Mr. Boulter told him ⟨if⟩ he did dislike it upon reading, he would return ⟨him⟩ his money. About a month after the ⟨gentleman⟩ came to the shop again in a very modest habit, and with a serious countenance, he speaks ⟨to⟩ Mr. Boulter thus, “Sir, I most heartily thank you ⟨for⟩ putting this book into my hands, I bless God ⟨that⟩ moved you to do it, it hath saved my soul: ⟨blessed⟩ be God that ever I came in to your shop!” ⟨And⟩ then he bought an hundred more of those ⟨books⟩ of him, and told him he would give them ⟨to⟩ the poor who could not buy them.
A very singular Conversion.
A minister of Lady H’s happening to be ⟨some⟩ time since at Edinburgh, was accosted very ⟨civilly⟩ by a young man in the street, with an ⟨apology⟩ for the liberty he was taking. “I think, ⟨Sir⟩,” said he, “I have heard you in Spa-Fields ⟨chapel⟩.” “You probably might, Sir, I have some ⟨times⟩ ministered there.”— “Do you remember,” ⟨said⟩ he, “a note put up from an afflicted widow, ⟨begging⟩ the prayers of the congregation for the ⟨conversion⟩ of an ungodly son?”— “I do very ⟨well⟩ remember of such a circumstance.” “Sir,” ⟨said⟩ he, “I am the very person; and wonderful ⟨to⟩ tell, the prayer was effectual. I was going on ⟨a frolic⟩ with some other abandoned young men ⟨one⟩ Sunday through the Spa-Fields, and passing ⟨by⟩ the chapel I was struck with its appearance ⟨and⟩ hearing it was a Methodist chapel, we
