sufferings, merits, death, and glory. They were sorry that such a good
being should suffer so much; but the preacher took care to show the
absolute necessity of his sufferings. Their manner bespoke an imperfect
idea of a substitute. This was soon made clear to their understandings
by comparisons, when the master of the gang cried, 'I see it, I see it!'
He was asked what he saw? 'I see Jesus Christ getting between us and
God, and satisfying our great God's justice by dying instead of us.'
This truly made the preacher's heart glad, seeing the great plan of
salvation was so clearly understood by those who declared (although in a
land of light,) they never heard of Jesus Christ before.

"The preacher sang the hymn:--

"How condescending, and how kind
Was God's eternal Son, &c,"

and then ended with prayer. They solicited him to return on the sabbath
morning; he did so, and, as he hopes, under the influence of the Holy
Spirit. The master gratefully accepted of a bible; for though the
Gipsies could not read, a little boy was among them, who was not a Gipsy,
that could read remarkably well, having been taught at a Sunday school at
Hastings, in Sussex. They all joyfully anticipated the pleasure of going
to the Rev. J. Carter's Chapel, of Braintree, in the afternoon, but met
with a disappointment, arising from an unexpected decampment. About one
month after, in the latter end of November, two Gipsy women called on the
narrator, earnestly entreating him to go and preach to them, which they
called conversation. Asking the reason, why they entreated this favour?
their answer was, 'We have heard much about your conversation, sir, and
we should like to hear it. Come, do come, and we will be all ready to
receive you.' Asking who they were that told them of the conversation
just mentioned, they said, 'some of our people, Sir, that you were with
about a month since. They told us a great deal about your conversation,
and we should so much like to hear it. Oh! sir, do come to us poor
creatures, for we have an invitation for you, if you would condescend to
take it, to meet with the Gipsies on Christmas day.' That night, the
narrator walked a few miles to their camp, and in their smoky tent
preached Jesus Christ the only way of salvation, to these poor, despised,
neglected creatures. After being with them two hours and a half, he bade
them farewell, and going behind a hedge, anxious to know what effect the
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