Wesley Corpus

However, the book agrees full well with the title; for one is as queer as the other. For oddity, uncouthness, and unlikeness to all the world beside, I suppose, the writer is without a rival. Wed. 12.--In returning, I read a very different book, published by an homest Quaker, on that execrable sum of all villanies, commonly called the Slave Trade. I read of nothing like it in the heathen world, whether ancient or modern: And it infinitely exceeds, in every instance of barbarity, whatever Christian slaves suffer in Mahometan countries. Fri. 14.--I began to execute a design, which had long been in my thoughts, to print as accurate an edition of my Works, as a bookseller would do. Surely I ought to be as exact for God’s sake, as he would be for money. Mon. 17.--One gave me a very remarkable relation:--A gay young woman lately came up to London. Curiosity led her to hear a sermon, which cut her to the heart. One standing by, observed how she was affected, and took occasion to talk with her. She lamented that she should hear no * He has no brains.-EDIT. 454 REv. J. WESLEY’s [March, 1772. more such sermons, as she was to go into the country the next day; but begged her new acquaintance to write to her there, which she promised to do. In the country her convictions so increased, that she resolved to put an end to her own life. With this design she was going up stairs, when her father called her, and gave her a letter from London. It was from her new acquaintance, who told her, “Christ is just ready to receive you: Now is the day of salvation.” She cried out, “It is, it is! Christ is mine !” and was filled with joy unspeakable. She begged her father to give her pen, ink, and paper, that she might answer her friend immediately. She told her what God had done for her soul, and added, “We have no time to lose ! The Lord is at hand | Now, even now, we are stepping into eternity.” She directed her letter, dropped down, and died. Fri. 21.--I met several of my friends, who had begun a subscription to prevent my riding on horseback; which I cannot do quite so well, since a hurt which I got some months ago.