and has a
church dedicated to St. Paul, with a numerous congregation of those whom,
exclusive of all other Christians, we call orthodox. Mr. Carew came here
on Sunday, staid all the night, and the next morning he enquired out one
Mrs. Turner, a quaker, who formerly lived at Embercomb, by Minehead, in
Somersetshire; from her he got a bill, and a recommendation to some
quakers at Derby, about five miles further, where she told him he would
find Mr. Whitfield. On hearing this, he set out for Derby; but, before
he reached there, was overtaken by hundreds of people going to hear Mr.
Whitfield preach. Friend, says he to one of them, where are you going so
fast? Hast thou not heard, friend, says the other, the second Christ is
come? He then joined them, and they all proceeded to Derby, where he
found Mr. Whitfield preaching in an orchard, but could not get near
enough to hear his discourse, by reason of the great concourse of people;
however, he seemed to be affected with it, and strictly imitated the
quakers in all their sighs, groans, lifting up of the eyes, &c. Leaving
them, he went to the sign of the ship, and enquiring where Mr. Whitfield
lodged that night, was told at the justice's, who was a miller; he then
asked if he could have a bed there that night, and being told that he
might, he passed the evening very cheerfully.

In the morning he asked for pen, ink, and paper, soon drew up a moving
petition in the name of John Moore, the son of a clergyman, who had been
taken on board the Tiger, Captain Matthews, and carried into the
Havannah, from whence he had got his redemption by means of the governor
of Annapolis; that he was in the most deplorable circumstances, having
nothing to help himself with, and hoped he would commiserate his
condition. Having finished his petition, away he went to the miller's
house, where Mr. Whitfield lodged, and found a hundred people waiting at
the door to speak to that gentleman. Looking narrowly around, he espied
a young lad, whom he found belonged to Mr. Whitfield, and going up to him
very civilly, he begged he would do an unfortunate man the kindness to
present that paper (giving him his petition) to Mr. Whitfield: and as
soon as they perceived him, the quakers pressed round him, one crying,
Pray thee, friend, come and pray by my dear wife; and another, Pray thee,
friend, come and see my dear brother. Mr. Whitfield made his way through
them all, as well as he could, towards Mr. Ca