To 1776
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1773-to-1776-106 |
| Words | 393 |
I particularly desired both the Preachers and Leaders
to have an especial care over them, and, if possible, to pre
vent either the devil or his agents from poisoning their
simplicity. Many of them already know, that “the blood
of Jesus Christ” hath “cleansed them from all sin.”
Wed, 7-I went to Yarm. There I found a lovely young
woman, in the last stage of a consumption; but such a one as
I never read of, nor heard any Physician speak of, but Dr. Wilson. The seat of the ulcers is not in the lungs, but the
wind-pipe. I never yet knew it cured. My housekeeper
died of it last year. This young woman died in a few weeks. Thur. 8.-About eleven I preached at Osmotherley. I found
my old friend Mr. Watson, who first brought me into this
country, was just dead, after living a recluse life near fifty
years. From one that attended him, I learned, that the sting
of death was gone, and he calmly delivered up his soul to God. Fri. 9.--I went to Malton, hoping to meet Miss R y
there: But instead of her, I found a letter which informed
me that she was on the brink of the grave; but added,
“Surely my Lord will permit me to see you once more in the
hody.” I would not disappoint the congregation; but as
soon as I had done preaching, set out, and about four in the
morning came to Otley. I minutely inquired into the cir
cumstances of her illness. She is dropped suddenly into the
third stage of a consumption, having one or more ulcers in
her lungs, spitting blood, having a continual pain in her
breast, and a constant hectic fever, which disables her from
either riding on horseback, or bearing the motion of a
carriage. Meantime, she breathes nothing but praise and
love. Short-lived flower, and ripe for a better soil
Sat. 10.--After travelling between ninety and a hundred
98 Rev. J. Wesley’s [May, 1777. miles, I came back to Malton; and, having rested an hour,
went on to Scarborough, and preached in the evening. But
the flux which I had had for a few days so increased, that at
first I found it difficult to speak. Yet the longer I spoke
the stronger I grew. Is not God a present help? Sun.