Wesley Corpus

i. 16,) including * I did not desert her: I did not send her away: I will never recall her. 424. Rev. J. wesley’s [March, 1771. their satellites also. But be this as it may, is it well thus to run down all that differ from us? Dr. Pye is an ingenious man; but so is Dr. Robinson also. So are twenty more, although they understand Moses in a quite different manner. Thur. 14.--I went through both the upper and lower rooms of the London Workhouse. It contains about an hundred children, who are in as good order as any private family. And the whole house is as clean, from top to bottom, as any gentleman's needs be. And why is not every workhouse in London, yea, through the kingdom, in the same order? Purely for want either of sense, or of honesty and activity, in them that superintend it. Tues. 19.--I preached once more at Welling, to a larger congregation than I have seen there for many years. And many seemed to be uncommonly affected: Particularly one young gentlewoman, who had never heard any preaching of this kind before this evening. After struggling some time, she cried out aloud, and could not be comforted; although her mother told her how good she was; nay, and had been all her life. Wed. 20.--We never, that I remember, before had such a congregation at Wapping, either of hearers or communicants; and very seldom such an outpouring of the Spirit. Saturday, 23. We had the greatest number of communicants at Snows fields, that we have had since the chapel was built. It seems as if God were about throughly to heal the wound which we received here in the house of our friends. Mon. 25.--I showed a friend, coming out of the country, the tombs in Westminster Abbey. The two with which I still think none of the others worthy to be compared, are that of Mrs. Nightingale, and that of the Admiral rising out of his tomb at the resurrection. But the vile flattery inscribed on many of them reminded me of that just reflection,-- If on the sculptur'd marble you rely, Pity that worth like his should ever die. If credit to the real life you give, Pity a wretch like him should ever live : Sun.