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had provoked Mr. John Wesley writes to Lady Huntingdon, who
Mr. Charles Wesley's children-Musical genius of his two sons_Sketch
of the early life of Charles-Mr. Kelway_Dr. Boyce_Elegy on the
Wesley's letter to the unhappy youth_Letter to his nephew Charles
Mr. John Wesley gives an identity to the Conference by the “ Deed of
Declaration ” -Offence taken by some parties at this important instru-
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Character and death of the Rev. Henry Piers, Ebenezer Blackwell, and the
Rev. Vincent Perronet Letters to Miss Briggs-Death of the Rev.
Mr. Charles Wesley's personal appearance-Scholarship-Power as a
satirist-As a translator of verse__Epitaphs on his friends-Cordiality
THE REV. CHARLES WESLEY, M. A.
Mrs. CHARLES WESLEY was the mother of eight children. It may therefore be supposed that she could not long accompany her husband in those very extensive journeys to which he had been accustomed. His labours indeed became gradually limited, till they were almost exclusively confined to London and Bristol. As it was requisite that he should spend much time in the metropolis, and the family residence was in Bristol, he was often separated from her. During their absence his letters to her were numerous; and they were uniformly characterized by tender affection and fervent piety. Many of them have been preserved; but unhappily scarcely any are fully dated, so that it is impossible to ascertain the time at which they were written. A few selections will show the spirit of the writer to great advantage. They are equally honourable to the man, the husband, and the Minister of Christ.
“The Foundery, May 10th. I had not time the last post to tell my dearest Sally what comfort I had in doing the last office to an old child of mine, who came this week to the grave as a ripe shock of corn. From her grave I hastened to preach our Lord's ascension; and we shared in his triumph, and rejoiced in hope of receiving all the gifts He bas received for us. “Our meeting of the Leaders was a most solemn assembly. VOL. II.
The Lord is surely teaching us how to worship Him. All perceived, they were met in his name. All were bowed down at his feet. His Spirit made intercession for us, and for you. For one blessed hour our flesh did indeed keep silence before Him.
“This morning I strongly insisted upon selling all, if we would buy the pearl. Mr. Venn breakfasted with me at Mrs. Boult's, and comforted my heart by assuring me that Mr. Madan is entirely clear of predestination ; that one Mr. Hawes, a Hutchinsonian, preaches in a church, in Oxford, Christ crucified, with amazing success; both townsmen and gownsmen flocking in crowds to hear him.
“I administered the sacrament to one who has been long confined to his restless bed of pain and death ; but happy in the midst of all his sufferings, and patiently waiting for the consummation of his bliss.
“My next stage was to brother Hammond's; a poor wandering sheep, that did run well for years, but left us upon his marriage, and Christ too. The last time I was in town I persuaded him, after twelve years' interruption, to come to Spitalfields chapel. He came; and the Lord laid hold of him again, and brought him back to the fold. Since then he has constantly attended every ordinance with his old companions; and we have, I trust, received him for ever.
“I met poor Miss Dyer, that was, who has gone through a sea of sorrows since her fatal marriage to Mr. Cayley. Relly and Wheatley confirmed him in his Antinomian principles. He soon acted up to his principles; and discarded his wife with all aggravations of the blackest ingratitude. I took great delight in mourning with her.
“I have been praying with Mrs. Chambers, who draws nearer and nearer her end. She was quite calm, and even desirous to depart. We have often wrestled for her, and cannot doubt.”
“My ever dearest Sally,-Your illness would quite overwhelm me, were I not assured that it shall work together for your good, and enhance your happiness through eternity. How does this assurance change the nature of things !
“Sorrow is joy, and pain is ease,
If thou, my God, art here!'