Wesley Corpus

We have lost only the dross, the enthusiasm, the prejudice and offence. The pure gold remains, faith working by love, and, we have ground to believe, increases daily. Mon. 21.--I buried the remains of Joseph Norbury, a faithful witness of Jesus Christ. For about three years he has humbly and boldly testified, that God had saved him from all sin: And his whole spirit and behaviour in life and death made his testimony beyond exception. DECEMBER 1. All the leisure hours I had in this and the following months, during the time I was in London, I spent in reading over our Works with the Preachers, considering what objections had been made, and correcting whatever we judged wrong, either in the matter or expression. Mon. 5.--I rode to Shoreham, and preached in the evening to a more than usually serious company. The next evening they were considerably increased. The small-pox, just broke out in the town, has made many of them thoughtful. O let not the impression pass away as the morning dew ! Wed. 7.--I rode to Staplehurst, where Mr. Ch , who loves all that love Christ, received us gladly. At six the congregation, gathered from many miles round, seemed just ripe for the Gospel: So that (contrary to my custom in a new place) I spoke merely of “the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ.” Thursday, 8. In returning to London I was throughly wet; but it did me no hurt at all. Fri. 16.--I spent an agreeable hour, and not unprofitably, in conversation with my old friend, John Gambold. O how gladly could I join heart and hand again! But, alas ! thy heart is not as my heart! Sat. 17.--I dined at Dr. G 's, as friendly and courteous as Dr. Doddridge himself. How amiable is courtesy joined with sincerity ! Why should they ever be divided? Wed. 21.--I took my leave of the Bull-and-Mouth, a barren, uncomfortable place, where much pains has been taken 158 Rev. J. wesDEY’s [Jan. 1764. for several years: I fear, to little purpose, Thursday, 22. I spent a little time in a visit to Mr. M ; twenty years ago a zealous and useful Magistrate, now a picture of human mature in disgrace; feeble in body and mind; slow of speech and of understanding. Lord, let me not live to be useless! Mon.