THIS chapter records Mr. Caughey's trip to Hull on a brief missionary campaign. His reception there by the enemies of Christ was singularly annoying, as the reader will see.

But they overreached themselves, and what they meant for evil was overruled for good. This chapter also relates to the further success of the truth in Huddersfield. It will both please and profit the reader.

December 24.- On Saturday, 21st inst., I visited Hull for the purpose of preaching some missionary sermons. Found the wicked in a great stir to render my visit disagreeable to myself, and to defeat the hopes of the friends. of missions. Handbills had been scattered broadcast over the town, and placards posted upon the walls, designed to prejudice the people. One of them read thus :

KINGSTON NEW THEATRE,

HOLDERNESS ROAD.

FIRST FASHIONABLE NIGHT. By Command and under the immediate patronage of his most Sulphuric Majesty Beelzebub.)

TO-MORROW, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 22Nd,

His Satanic Majesty's Servants will perform, for the first

time, a New, Grand, Serio-Comic Extravaganza Burlesque, from the pen of MESSRS. SELF-CONCEIT & VAIN-GLORY, entitled

YANKEE HUMBUG,

OR A NEW WAY OF RAISING THE WIND;
Being for the Benefit of the Foreign Missions (?)

The leading character will be performed by YANKEE DOODLE, who has been engaged expressly for this stunning occasion. This distinguished gentleman has, on former occasions, acquitted himself in a pretty considerable tarnation sort of a manner, and who, we calculate, will on this occasion astonish the Britishers.

The Proprietors beg to state that this powerful production must be seen to appreciate its excellence. Its effects upon the audience are electrifying, some being so excited, that, in spite of all decorum, they cannot refrain from throwing off the mask of politeness, and giving vent to their enthusiasm in various shouts, screams, groans, grimaces, contortions, hysterics, transformations, &c. &c., surpassing everything on this side the RIVERS HUMBER, STYX and MISSISSIPPI.

SONG - I'M OWRE YOUNG TO MARRY YET,

BY YANKEE DOODLE.

The entertainments will conclude with the exhibition of the RESTITUTIONISTS AND THE FAIR PENITENTS, In which the celebrated DR. CANTWELL, King of the Hypocrites, will appear, aided by a number of local and itinerant auxiliaries of various denominations.

GRAND FINALE

THE NATIONAL ANTHEM,

"YANKEE DOODLE'S COME TO TOWN,"

PREVIOUS TO WHICH A COLLECTION WILL BE MADE.

A nice Satanic compliment this, a petty revenge for the injury his cause sustained here last year, when he lost more than two thousand of his subjects, and the destruction of his works in the hearts of about nine hundred believers! No wonder his Satanic majesty is angry, and would have revenge! Besides, his servants had but just recovered from the blows and wounds received in that great conflict, and were spiteful enough to render ready obedience to their old master, the Devil!

However, I doubted whether they had not gone beyond his wishes in the matter; for it gave a notoriety and importance to my visit which it might not otherwise have had. Our friends were a good deal excited and displeased. Tried to cheer them to believe that Satan had been unable to keep the control of his own family,- that I questioned whether they had not quite exceeded the limits he had assigned them before the Sabbath, whatever he intended to do with them on that day; that they were just publishing for me through every street and lane; thus many poor souls would come to hear and see, who would not otherwise: that they might keep themselves quiet; there would be some sharp and hot artillery from the pulpit that would preserve order!

Well, Sabbath morning came. The town was stirred wonderfully, a congregation of three thousand in the morning, and a perfect jam at night. The devil's children commenced their work; but they were divided, for some of them wanted to hear a little, curiosity overcame enmity. However, the disturbance increased, and they would have succeeded, had I kept to my intended system in the sermon. But, seeing the peril, I cast firstly, secondly and thirdly to the winds, and went at them with the broad-are of truth, wielding it unfalteringly, and without pause, hew

ing on the right hand and left. The wicked were stunned, silenced, forgot their errand, mouths open wide, eyes staring, as if they would start out of their sockets! O, glory be to God, forty souls were saved during the day and night! Blessed be God! This was worth bearing a little ridicule for. We read of a plant that lived by dying and grew by cutting,— an emblem of every successful minister. He lives by dying to the world daily, and grows by the cuttings of sore temptations and persecutions! Elijah, the prophet, told the Lord in Horeb, "I have been very JEALOUS for the Lord God of hosts." Does Satan know that opposition awakens this jealousy in a soul-saving preacher? That jealousy is an intense feeling; as Solomon says, "The coals thereof are as coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame." O, what ardor for Christ and souls burned in my soul, with love and pity for those led captive by the devil at his will! 2 Tim. 2: 26. One can understand how the church of God was such a pillar of fire among the nations in times of martyrdom.

Mr. Wesley had a pretty rough reception on his first visit to Hull. Looking over his Journal, I found the following:

“Friday, 24 April, 1752.— When I landed at the quay at Hull, it was covered with people, inquiring, 'Which is he? which is he?' But they only stared and laughed; and we walked unmolested to Mr. A- -'s house. I was quite surprised at the miserable condition of the fortifications; far more ruinous and decayed than those at Newcastle, even before the rebellion. It is well there is no enemy near.

"I went to prayers at three in the old church,— a grand and venerable structure. Between five and six the coach called, and took me to Mighton Car, about half a mile from

the town. A huge multitude, rich and poor, horse and foot, with several coaches, were soon gathered together, to whom I cried, with a loud voice and a composed spirit,

What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul?' Some thousand of the people seriously attended; but many behaved as if possessed by Moloch. Clods and stones flew about on every side; but they neither touched nor disturbed me. When I had finished my discourse, I went to take coach; but the coachman had driven clear away. We were at a loss, till a gentlewoman invited my wife and me to come into her coach. She brought some inconveniences on herself thereby; not only as there were nine of us in the coach, three on each side and three in the middle,- but also as the mob closely attended us, throwing in at the windows [which we did not think it prudent to shut] whatever came next to hand. But a large gentlewoman, who sat in my lap, screened me, so that nothing came near me.

"The mob, who were increased to several thousands, when I stepped out of the coach into Mr. A's house, perceiving I was escaped out of their hands, revenged themselves on the windows with many showers of stones, which they poured in, even into the rooms four stories high. Mr. A walked through them to the mayor's house, who gave him fair words, but no assistance; probably not knowing that himself [the mayor] might be compelled to make good all the damage which should be done. He then went in quest of constables, and brought two with him about nine o'clock. With their help he so thoroughly dispersed the mob, that no two of them were left together. But they rallied about twelve, and gave one charge more, with oaths, and curses, and bricks, and stones. After this, all was calm, and I slept sound till near four in the morning."