Wesley Corpus

“But a day or two before he died, I felt a kind of unwillingness to give him up. I was mourning before the Lord concerning this, when he said to my inmost soul, ‘Wilt thou not give him back to me, whom I have fitted for myself?' I said, ‘Lord, I do, I do give him up.’ And immediately he changed for death. “On the Sunday following, I was saying to my little maid, (always a serious and dutiful child, three years and a half old,) “Hannah, dost thou love God?” She eagerly answered, ‘Yes, mammy, I do. She added, ‘I will go to God; I will go to God;’ leaned down, and died.” Tues. 21.--I went to Parkgate, and, about eleven, embarked on board the King George. We had mild weather and smooth water all day. The next day, the west wind blew fresh. Yet about five we were in Dublin Bay, where we pro eured a fishing-boat, which brought us to Dunleary. Here we took a chaise, and got to Dublin about eight o’clock. On Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, I laboured to allay the ferment which still remained in the society. I heard the Preachers face to face, once and again, and endeavoured to remove their little misunderstandings. And they did come a little nearer to each other: But still a jealousy was left, without an entire removal of which there can be no cordial agreement. MARCH 26.--(Being Easter-Day.) Many felt the power of the Spirit, which raised Jesus from the dead. On Monday and April, 1769.] JOURNAL. 357 Tuesday, I visited the classes, and the result of my closest observation was, 1. That out of five hundred members whom I left here, only four hundred and fifty remained: 2. That near half of the believers had suffered loss, and many quite given up their faith: 3. That the rest were more established than ever, and some swiftly growing in grace. So that, considering the heavy storm they had gone through, if there was cause of humiliation on the one hand, there was, on the other, more abundant cause of thankfulness to Him who had saved so many when all the waves went over them. Thur. 30.--I was summoned to the Court of Conscience, by a poor creature who fed my horses three or four times while I was on board. For this service he demanded ten shillings.