Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-011 |
| Words | 396 |
{ waived my answer till I had an opportunity of consulting your father,
who, upon all accounts, is a more proper judge of the affair than I am. But I could never find a fit occasion for it. As to my own sense ot
the matter, I confess, I cannot but heartily approve of that serious and
religious turn of mind that prompts you and your associates to those
pious and charitable offices; and can have no notion of that man’s
religion, or concern for the honour of the. University, that opposes you,
as far as your design respects the colleges. I should be loath to send
a son of mine to any seminary, where his conversing with virtuous
young men, whose professed design of meeting together at proper times
was to assist each other in forming good resolutions, and encouraging
one another to execute them with constancy and steadiness, was inconsistent with any received maxims or rules of life among the members. As to the other branch of your design, as the town is divided into
parishes, each of which has its proper incumbent, and as there is
probably an ecclesiastic who has the spiritual charge of the prisoners,
wudence may direct you to consult them: for though I dare not say
, ou would be too officious, should you of your own mere motion seek
out the persons that want your instructions and charitable contributions ; yet, should you have the concurrence of their proper pastor,
your good offices would be more regular, and less liable to censure.”
Your son was now at Holt: however, we continued to meet at our
usual times, though our little affairs went on but heavily without him. But at our return from Lincolnshire, in September last, we had the
pleasure of seeing him again; when, though he could not be so active
with us as formerly, yet we were exceeding glad to spend what time
we could in talking and reading with him. It was a little before this
time my brother and I were at London, when going into a bookseller’s
shop, (Mr. Rivington’s in St. Paul’s Church-yard,) after some other
conversation, he asked us whether we lived in town; and upon our
answering, “‘ No; at Oxford :’--* Then, gentlemen,” said he, “ let me
earnestly recommend to your acquaintance a friend I have there, Mr.