which were almost universally exclaimed against both by preachers and professors, and by these means God sent them into all winds; so that I soon rubbed off one hundred, and soon after another, so that in a short time I had reduced my thousand pounds (debt) down to seven hundred.' Of his works, he adds, that they are calculated,' as he thinks,

to suit the earnest inquirer; the soul in bondage, in the furnace, in the path of tribulation, or in the strong hold of Satan; and,' says.. he, I have heard of them from Wales, from Scotland, from Ireland, from various parts of America, from Cadiz in Spain, from Alexandria in Egypt, and, I believe, from both the East and West Indies.' His works are now reprinting, amounting to twenty volumes in octavo; of which eight are already published, at ten shillings and sixpence each.

Human success is explicable by human causes. Astonishing as is the fate of the present preacher, originally and eventually, it is not to be thought miraculous. Genius will, sooner or

laeer, force its passage. He who thinks that he is great, and can feel himself to be so, will at last teach men to think with him. It is also the lot of superior beings, of those few among mankind who look high, to have fortune or providence on their side. William Huntington seems favoured in this respect. Like many other exalted personages, the destinies, it seems, are for him. His Bank of Faith' has proved a Bank of Gold!-When he wrote so much of what came to him as gifts, was, it not done to rouse more to give? The man who says he lives by gifts, will, as he gets his friends, find gifts by which he may live. With this fact I

must leave him.

William Huntington is still

Minister of

the Gospel at Providence Chapel, Little Titchfield Street,' near Oxford Market; and at the 'City Chapel,' in Monkwell Street. It is now. upwards of thirty-years since he began to preach. His numerous publications have considerably assisted him.

JOHN HYATT.

IF the rise of Methodism seems extraordinary, still more so is the view of its progressive advancement and apparent establishment. Contemplating it as he did, from the Pisgah of the pulpit' in which he stood, well might one evangelical minister, glowing with its glories, describe this last revolution in religion as the Reformation of the Eighteenth Century!? It was natural that such a man should glow with admiration at such a change, and speak well of what it was not for him to speak ill. Great things too call for great names.

Of the life of John Hyatt, personally speaking, not much can be said. Formerly he was settled at Frome, in Somersetshire; but coming up to London, among the visiting preachers from the country, he was, principally on the score of his abilities, solicited to remain with

the Tabernacle Connection, of which the memorable George Whitfield was the founder. Mr. Hyatt is therefore frequently to be heard at Tottenham-Court-Road Chapel, and at the Tabernacle Chapel near Moorfields. Often as he preaches, and for the most part well, I should yet choose to hear his morning sermons; when his intellect is in its first vigour, and when multitudes give animation to his feelings. He is not of those who should preach to two or three.

His person suits the pulpit, but he looks best in a gown. I see no cause to object to his action while in it.

Mr. Hyatt is really mighty in prayer. Prayer is with him rather intercession, than imploration he does not pray, but plead. He may be said, as the patriarch of old, to wrestle for the blessings which he asks. His energy agitates him; till his featural motioning, during this part of the service, is such as evento pain those who chance to look at him. Why cannot he stand up at the singing?

His exordiums are generally long. He is too fond of allegorical analogies, and of illustration by similitudes. Nor does he manage his metaphors as he might. To' deluge the world with light,' he will

say.

He can use rough and rude words. Breasts without milk,' never so clean,' or never so weak,' 'blind as a bat,'' dealing out vengeance;' and some inelegant ones- That's morally impossible,' ، There are some people.'

His voice is thought to be loud, but it is made to be so; there is something of artificial thundering about it. He tries to raise his tones, but lays so much stress on his first syllables, as often to deprive the following ones of their due force. He works his mouth too much.

Were there less of self in him, of 'I say to you'and‘I tell you,' he would seem more to those who hear him. Boasting is not boldness.

Still is John Hyatt no common preacher. Intelligent, experimental, animated, he uniformly commands attention, and not unfrequently excites admiration. Manliness is his