"I have seen several letters from Kentucky, in which pleasing accounts are given of the revival of religion -- The following extract was written by a gentleman in that state, to his brother; I will make no apology for sending a copy, believing that every thing relative to that great event must be interesting to you.

The writer says, "Passing from domestic intelligence, I hasten to lay before you, the outlines of the most august proceedings of the people of God, that ever was seen in this state.

The Presbyterians assembled on Friday last, at Concord meeting house, by way of preparation for the Lord's supper. I did not attend until Sabbath day, when I saw the ordinance administered, and many of the people prostrate on the ground, crying for mercy. I passed the day as an impartial spectator, but frequently wrapped in amazement, wonder, and doubt, and anxious for certainty, I retired to a solitary part of the woods, and there prostrated myself before the great God, of heaven and earth, and frequently prayed to be directed in the right way. But alas, I returned with a most obdurate heart, ready to vilify, ripe for reproaching and persecuting the people of the most High God. I styled it enthusiastical levity, I called it a delusion of the devil, in conjunction with hypocrisy, operating on the minds of the illiterate and credulous, by the powers of oratory. Notwithstanding said I, it may turn the /159/ wicked, alter the drunkard, and finally reform the prodigal; nevertheless I thought it derogatory to the laws of God.

You may easily see by this that I returned much displeased with the proceedings of the day. I did not intend to return the day following, but while I slumbered upon my pillow, that monitor that never sleeps, while we are surrounded with the blackness of darkness, gave me a severe wound. I rolled in my bed, and cried for mercy, but found none. I rose with a view of prostrating myself before Almighty God, but returned without making the attempt. Surrounded by the silent slumbers of my family, I struggled through the dreary hours of the night, then mounted my horse in the morning, in hopes of finding tranquillity in recreation; but the words which I heard the preceding day, "Those that are bidden, and have refused, shall never taste of my supper," obstructed my way, while the tremendous sound of "Go ye cursed," &c. re-echoed through every nerve of my body, while the tears of guilt and contrition poured over my face; I saw myself on the awful precipice, and the mouldering brink crumbling under my feet; my soul took the alarm, and for the first time, shrunk back at the very thoughts of a hell! Construe this as your please, my dear brother, but whether you call it insanity or imbecility, I am again involved in a similar situation; the view of my past guilt has watered my face afresh. I am become a proselyte in some degree, but a stranger to regeneration. I returned and resolved to go to meeting, that day also; accordingly, accompanied by your sister, the partner of my cares, we hastened to the place of festivity. A more tremendous sight never struck the eyes of mortal man. The very clouds, seemed to separate, and give way for the praises of the people of God to ascend the heavens, while thousands of tongues, with sounds of hallelujahs, seemed to roll through infinite space. Hundreds of the people lay prostrate on the ground crying for mercy. O! My brother, had you been there to have seen the convulsed limbs, the apparently lifeless bodies, to all of which the distorted features exactly comporting, you would have been /160/ constrained to have cried out as I was obliged to do, that God is among the people. Nor was this confined to the commonality alone, but people of every description lay prostrate on the ground. There you would have seen the learned pastor, the steady patriot; and the obedient son, crying holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty. There you might behold the honourable matron and the virtuous maiden, crying Jesus thou son of the Most High God, have mercy upon us. Turn your eyes a few paces further, and you might see the prodigal and the professed libertine, crying hosannah to God in the highest, there is no other name given under heaven among men, by which we can be saved, but the name of Jesus. See the poor oppressed African with his soul liberated, longing to be with God."