Wesley Corpus

Wed. 17.--A poor woman gave me an account of what, I think, ought never to be forgotten. It was four years, she said, since her son, Peter Shaw, then nineteen or twenty years old, by hearing a sermon of Mr. Wh -y’s, fell into great uneasiness. She thought he was ill, and would have sent for a physician; but he said, “ No, no. Send for Mr. Wh .” He was sent for, and came; and after asking her a few questions, told her, “ The boy is mad. Get a coach and carry him to Dr. M Use my name. I have sent several such to him.” Accordingly, she got a coach, and went with him immediately to Dr. M ’s house. When the Doctor came in, the voung man rose and said, “Sir, Mr. Wh has sent me to you.” SY Sone NEP te -- Oct. 1740. | REV. J. WESLEY’S JOURNAL. 195 The Doctor asked, “Is Mr. Wh your minister?” and bid him put out his tongue. Then, without asking any questions, he told his mother, “ Choose your apothecary, and I will prescribe.” According to his prescriptions they, the next day, blooded him largely, confined him to a dark room, and put a strong blister on each of his arms, with another over all his head. But still he was as “mad” as before, praying, or singing, or giving thanks continually: of which having laboured to cure him for six weeks in vain, though he was now so weak he could not stand alone, his mother dismissed the doctor and apothecary, and let him be “beside himself” in peace.