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But there is another sort of discipline, which I think we may properly call lay-discipline, whereby, if I mistake not, all Clergymen are in some measure obliged to correct notorious offenders. This we have in the King's Proclamation against profaneness and immorality, and the Act against swearing, both enjoined to be read in the churches; and in the Acts of King James I., and King Charles II., against drunkenness and profanation of the Lord's day : which, doubtless, we may largely quote there, if we may not read them. This might have some good effect on our parishioners, especially if we always preached, at the same time, a warm and practical sermon on those subjects; for which I heartily wish there were less occasion.
And now to close this tedious and most unfashionable letter, (which I did not think at first would have been so long,) wherein I have, at some rate or other, run over all those heads which I at first proposed, with the truest kindness and concern for your welfare and prosperity in both worlds, and I hope for the glory of God : I entreat you, my dear and much-respected brother, that you would not throw these papers by, which, as worthless as they are, have cost me some weeks' pains in first writing, and more in transcribing them, without once or twice seriously reading and thinking them over. Do what good you can in the station wherein God has fixed you ; prevent what evil : fret not yourself if you think you can do neither, though a man may possibly do more good than he knows or thinks of, towards which, I hope, we shall ere long have considerable mutual assistance by a society of the Clergy; as the forming of such societies was, I remember, recommended by Archbishop Tenison, in the year 99, to the Clergy of his diocess, as one of the most likely ways to promote the great ends of piety and religion. However, go on in the way of your duty, and remember who will be your exceeding great reward. Your reverend, pious, and worthy brother has often provoked me to, I hope, an honest and virtuous emulation ; and may he do the same to you who have him so near you, and his instructive example ever before you eyes ! You have some advantages which he had not, besides that extraordinary one, that he was born before you. I have, I think, marked the way fairly for you; and have not, I am sure, unless it be perfectly without design, in anything hitherto misled you, that way by which God has called us to glory and virtue, by pains and labour. You set out fairly, (if you can keep awhile from impedimenta,) with an healthy and strong body; with life, and youth, and vigour, and, I hope, as strong a mind. May there be no dispute between us three, as I hope there never will, but who shall run fastest and fairest; and if I am distanced, I will limp after you as fast as I call
with such a weight. The prize is richly overworth our pains; it is
Vol. I.-Page 207.
The following notices respecting the Foundery are selected from a periodical work which was published a few years ago :
“The Government Foundery, for casting brass ordnance, was formerly situated in Moorfields. The process of casting the cannon was then an object of curiosity to the inhabitants of the metropolis ; many of whom, of all classes, frequently attended during the operation of pouring the melted metal into the moulds. The injured cannon which had been taken from the French in the successful campaigns of the Duke of Marlborough, amounting to a considerable number, had been placed before the Foundery, and in the adjacent artillery ground; and it was determined, in 1716, to recast these cannon. On the day appointed for performing this work, a more than usual number of persons were assembled to view the process. Many of the nobility and several general officers were present; for whose accommodation temporary galleries had been erected near the furnaces. Among the company then drawn together was Andrew Schalch, an intelligent young man, a native of Schaffhausen, in Switzerland, who was travelling for improvement : he was at the Foundery at an early hour; and, having been permitted minutely to inspect the works, detected some humidity in the moulds, and immediately perceived the danger likely to arise from the pouring into them of hot metal in such a state. Schalch communicated his fears to Colonel Armstrong, the Surveyor-General of the Ordnance; explained his reasons for believing that an explosion would take place; and strongly urged him and the rest of the company to withdraw from the Foundery before the casting of the metal. The Colonel, having closely questioned Schalch on the subject, found him perfectly conversant with all the principles of the founder's art; and, being convinced of the good sense which dictated his advice, quitted the Foundery, together with all those persons who could be induced to believe that there were any grounds for apprehension.
“ The furnaces being opened, the fluid metal rushed into the moulds, the moisture in which was instantly converted into steam, and its expansive force acting upon the metal drove it out in all directions with extreme violence ; part of the roof was blown off, the galleries gave way, and a scene of much mischief and distress ensued. Many of the spectators had their limbs broken, most of the workmen were burnt in a dreadful manner, and several lives were lost.
“A few days afterwards an advertisement appeared in the newspapers, notifying, that if the young foreigner who foretold this explosion would call at the Ordnance Office, it might prove advantageous to both parties. Schalch, being informed, through a friend, of this intimation, lost no time in obeying the summons. Colonel Armstrong had then much further conversation with him on the subject; and became by this means so well assured of his superior ability, that it was finally agreed to entrust Schalch with putting into execution the intention of Government to seek an eligible situation out of the metropolis, and within twelve miles thereof, to which the Royal Foundery should be removed. Schalch, after examining different places, at length fixed upon the rabbit-warren, at Woolwich, as suitable to his purpose ; and the erection of the works was left to his superintendence.
“The first specimens of artillery cast by Schalch were so much approved, that he was appointed Master Founder to the Board of Ordnance ; and this office he continued to hold during sixty years, assisted in the latter part of that term by his nephew Lewis Gaschlin. Twenty-five years ago, this nephew, then more than eighty years old, was still employed in the Arsenal as Principal Modeller for the Military Repository. Schalch died in 1776, at the advanced age of ninety, and is buried in Woolwich churchyard. Some of the largest mortars now remaining in the Arsenal were cast under his direction, and bear his name.
“It is well worthy of remark that the discernment, which did so much honour to Colonel Armstrong, was fully proved by the fact, that during the whole period in which Schalch superintended the casting of the ordnance at Woolwich, amidst operations attended with much hazard and difficulty, not one single accident occurred. This fact bears ample testimony to the skill, prudence, and watchful care of the young foreigner,' who owed his rise in life to the judicious and prompt application, at a critical moinent, of the knowledge he had acquired."
The building in Moorfields, which had been greatly shattered by the explosion, and afterwards vacated, was put into repair by the Wesleys, and was the first separate place of worship they ever opened. A dwelling-house was connected with it; a day-school; a room where the publications of the brothers were sold ; and a large room where the society were accustomed to meet, and where the weekly meeting for intercession was held. The bell which was rung for the purpose of calling the people together to the preaching, at the early hour of five o'clock in the morning, is still in existence, being attached to the school at Friars'-Mount, London.
A SHORT ACCOUNT OF THE DEATH OF MRS. HANNAH
RICHARDSON. BY THE REV. CHARLES WESLEY, M. A.
Vol. I.–Page 275.
BRISTOL, Saturday, April 19th, 1741. I was hastily called to one that was dying. It was Hannah Richardson, a young woman, who had long been a sincere mourner for Christ, a true Hannah, a woman of a sorrowful spirit. God had awakened and drawn her from her infancy; and she heartily laboured to establish her own righteousness, seeking acceptance (as we did all) “ not by faith, but as it were by the works of the law.”
When it pleased God to send the Gospel of his free grace to this city, she gladly parted with her own righteousness, and submitted herself to the righteousness of God. She was a constant hearer of his word, but received no benefit by it; no comfort, no peace, no life. Yet she continued waiting for several months, till it pleased our Lord, who sends by whom He will send, to make use of my ministry, and apply the word of reconciliation to her soul. Jesus gave her a token for good, and she went home to her house justified. She rejoiced in God her Saviour, and testified, “In Him I have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of my sins.”
But, alas! the Comforter was as a guest that tarrieth but a day. She soon gave place to the reasoning devil, who asked, “How can those things be? How can you be justified, so vile a sinner as you? You only deceive yourself! Hath God for Christ's sake forgiven you ? He hath surely not forgiven you.” By such suggestions he well-nigh tore away her shield. All the comfort of her faith, all her peace and joy in believing, he did entirely spoil her of; God so permitting it, to try her, and prove her, and show her what was in her heart, that He might do her good in her latter end. He hid his face from her, and she was troubled. “I will allure her,” said God, “and bring her into the wilderness.” Here she long wandered out of the way, in barren and dry land, where no water was. The poor and needy sought water, and there was none, and her tongue failed for thirst. She could truly say, with the Prophet, “ Verily thou art a God that hidest thyself.” Or, with the patient man, “Behold, I go forward, but He is not there ; and backward, but I cannot perceive Him ; on the left hand, where He doth work, but I cannot behold Him; He hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see Him." Her bones were smitten asunder, as with a sword, while the enemy said unto her, “ Where is now thy God? Where is now thy faith? Thou art a thousand times worse than ever.”
So indeed she seemed to herself, when sin appeared sin. God was now uncovering her heart, and convincing her of original sin. The old man of sin was more and more revealed, till at last she saw that her inward parts were very wickedness, and every imagination of the thoughts of her heart only evil continually. She had no power to pray or praise, or so much as to think one good thought; and, at the same time, was so torn and distracted with doubts and fears, that she despaired even of life. That thought above all tormented her, “ What would become of me, if I should die in this darkness? Without holiness no one shall see the Lord.” At other times she had a faint persuasion that God would finish his work before He called her hence.
She durst not say she had faith, or any interest in Christ; and yet she could not give it up. One little spark of hope lay at the very bottom of her heart ; which was Christ's hold of her. He would not quit his purchase, or let her go.
Even this was often a great trouble to her,—that she could not fear death as formerly ; for this fear was entirely cast out, the first moment she was sensible of her justification. And whenever she had the least comfort or peace, she started back, as it were, and feared to take hold on it, suspecting that she was fallen asleep again, and resting without Christ. She went mourning all the day long, and refused to be comforted, because He was not.
For many days and months she walked on still in darkness, and had no light; but against hope believed in hope ; staggering oftentimes, but not falling, through unbelief. Still she bore up under her continual fears of being a castaway. She waited in a constant use of all the means of grace, never missed the communion, or hearing the word ; though all was torment to her, for she never found benefit: nothing, she said, affected her; there was none so wicked
talked in hope he bore up natant