Wesley Corpus

* On Sunday he spoke exceeding little. On Monday his speech began to falter: on Tuesday it was gone; but he was fully in his senses, almost continually lifting up his eyes to heaven. On Wednesday, his speech being restored, his mother said, ‘Jacky, you have not been with your Saviour to-night:’ he replied, ‘ Yes, I have.’ She asked, ‘ What did he say ? he answered, ‘ He bid me not be afraid of the devil; for he had no power to hurt me at all, but I should tread him under my feet.’ He lay very quiet on Wednesday night. The next morning he spent in continual prayer; often repeating the Lord’s prayer, and earnestly commending his soul into the hands of God. He then called for his little brother and sister, to kiss them; and for his mother, whom he desired to kiss him: then (between nine and ten) he said, ‘ Now let me kiss you ;’ which he did, and immediately fell asleep. He lived some months above thirteen years.” Sun. 28.--In the evening I set out for Wales. I lay, that night, about six miles from Bristol; and preached in the morning, March 1, - to a few of the neighbours. We then hastened to the passage ; but the boat was gone half an hour before the usual time: so I was obliged to wait till five in the afternoon. We then set out with a fair breeze ; but when we were nearly half over the river, the wind entirely failed. The boat could not bear up against the ebbing tide, but was driven down among the rocks, on one of which we made shift to scrabble up; whence, about seven, we got to land. That night I went forward about five miles, and the next morning came to Cardiff. There I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Jones, of Fonmon, still pressing on into all the fulness of God. I rode with him to Wenvo. The church was throughly filled, while I explained the former part of the Second lesson, concerning the barren fig tree ; and the power of the Lord was present both to wound and to heal.