Wesley Corpus

At eleven I preached at Bearfield to about three thousand, on the spirit of nature, of bondage, and of adoption. Returning in the evening, I was exceedingly pressed to go back to a young woman in Kingswood. (The fact I nakedly relate, and leave every man to his own judgment of it.) Iwent. She was nineteen or twenty years old; but, it seems, could not write or read. I found her on the bed, two or three persons holding her. It was a terrible sight. Anguish, horror, and despair, above all description, appeared in her pale face. The thousand distortions of her whole body, showed how the dogs of hell were gnawing her heart. The shrieks intermixed were scarce to be endured. But her stony eyes could not weep. She screamed out, as soon as words could find their way, “I am damned, damned ; lost for ever. Six days ago you might have helped me. But it is past. I am the devil’s now. Ihave given myself to him. HisIlam. Him I must serve. With him I must go to hell. Iwill be his. Iwill serve him. 1! will go with him _ to hell. I cannot be saved. I will not be saved. I must, I will, I will be damned.” She then began praying to the devil. We began, Arm of the Lord, awake, awake! She immediately sunk down as asleep; but, as soon as we left off, broke out again, with inexpressible vehemence : “ Stony hearts, break ! I am a warning to you. Break, break, poor stony hearts! Will you not break? What can be done more for stony hearts? I am damned, that you may be saved. Now break, now break, poor stony hearts! You need not be damned, though I must.” She then fixed her eyes on the corner of the ceiling and said, * There he is; ay, there he is ; come, good devil, come. Take me away. You said, you would dash ‘my brains out; come, do it quickly. I am yours. I will be yours.