To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-372 |
| Words | 395 |
* Who can account for this ? + By what means could he know this? # So he likewise knew her thoughts. 330 REv. J. wesLEY’s [May, 1768. I have lost much happiness by coming to you:* And I
should not have stayed so long without using other means to
make you speak; but the Lord would not suffer me to fright
you. Have you anything more to say? It draws near two,
and after that I cannot stay. I shall only come to you twice
more before the death of my two children. God bless you.’
Immediately I heard such singing, as if a thousand voices
joined together. He then went down stairs, and I followed
him to the first landing. He smiled, and I said, ‘I desire
you will come back. He stood still till I came to him. I asked him one or two questions, which he immediately
answered; but added, ‘I wish you had not called me back;
for now I must take something from you.’t He paused a
little, and said, ‘I think you can best part with the hearing
of your left ear. He laid his hand upon it, and in the
instant it was deaf as a stone; and it was several years before
I recovered the least hearing of it. The cock crowed as
he went out of the door, and then the music ceased. The
eldest of his children died at about three years and an half,
the younger before he was five years old. He appeared
before the death of each, but without speaking: After that I
saw him no more. “12. A little before Michaelmas, 1763, my brother George,
who was a good young man, went to sea. The day after
Michaelmas-day, about midnight, I saw him standing by my
bedside, surrounded with a glorious light, and looking earnestly
at me. He was wet all over. That night the ship in which
he sailed split upon a rock, and all the crew were drowned. “13. On April 9, 1767, about midnight, I was lying
awake, and I saw my brother John standing by my bedside.t
Just at that time he died in Jamaica. “14. By his death I became entitled to an house in
Sunderland, which was left us by my grandfather, John
Hobson, an exceeding wicked man, who was drowned fourteen
years ago.