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thus, a second time, been the means of bringing into his mind a train of serious reflections, he con-cluded to bury this dry bone which had so power-fully preached to him. He covered it carefully up in the earth, and went home, enjoying the pleasing reflection of having performed this last office to the remains of a fellow-creature. Such, however, were the weight and solemnity occasioned by the impressions of his mind from this circum-stance, that a total change in his life and conversation succeeded; and, shortly after, he joined friends and became a valuable minister in the society. Some mention is made of this friend, I believe in Thomas Chalkley's Journal. His name was Peter Andrews. 9th Month, 29th. I still remained at Merion; and, this morning, attended meeting there. In the afternoon, I had the curiosity to take a view of a large methodist meeting, held near us, called a camp meeting; which had been continued about a week, almost night and day. The concourse of people was very great; and numbers of them, it was said, had come several hundred miles to attend the meeting. Many tents and huts were erected on the spot; and a great number of carriages of various descriptions, such as coaches, coachees, chairs, covered waggons, carts, &;c. &;c. were col-lected under the shade of a lofty forest. From some conversation I had with one of the conductors