Wesley Corpus

Tues. 21.--I set out with a few friends for Oxford. On Wednesday, my brother met us from Bristol. Friday, 24.--(St. Bartholomew’s day.) I preached, I suppose the last time, at St. Mary’s. Beitso. I am now clear of the blood of these men. I have fully delivered my own soul. ‘he beadle came to me afterward, and told me the vice chancellor had sent him for my notes. I sent them without delay, not without admiring the wise providence of God. Perhaps few men of note would have given a sermon of mine the reading, if I had put it into their hands; but by this means it came to be read, probably more than once, by every man of eminence in the university. I left Oxford © about noon, preached at Wycomb in the evening; and, on Saturday, 25, returned to London. Sat. September 1.--I talked pretty largely with George Newans, the supposed Shropshire prophet. I am inclined to think he believes himself; but I cannot believe, God has sent him. Wed. 5.--One sent me word he had now found the right way of worshipping God; and therefore he must leave off prayer and the rest of our will-worship, and join himself with the Quakers. However, in the evening, he ventured among us once more; and God smote him to the heart; so that he knew, and felt, and declared aloud, that he had no need of going elsewhere to find the power of God unto salvation.