Wesley Corpus

Sat. March 1.--I visited the sick, who increased daily in every quarter of the town. It is supposed that two thousand of the soldiers only, have died since their encampment: the fever or flux sweeping them away by troops, in spite of all the physicians could do. Wed. 5.--I preached at Whickham at noon ; in the evening at Spen ; the next day at Burnupfield; and, on Saturday, 8, in the square at Placey. A vehement storm began in the middle of the sermon, which was driven full upon us by the north-east wind; but the congregation regarded it not. Sunday, 9, was a day of solemn joy ; yet, in the afternoon, I felt a great damp, occasioned by my neglecting to speak plainly to some who were deceiving their own souls. I do not wonder at the last words of St. Augustine and Archbishop Usher, “ Lord, forgive me my sins of omission!” I preached on Monday, at Horsley ; on Tuesday, at Biddick ; and, on Wednesday, 12, at Sunderland, where I endeavoured to bring the little society into some kind of order. In the afternoon, being at Mrs. Fenwick’s and seeing a child there of ten or twelve years old, I asked, “ Does your daughter know Christ, or know she has need of him?” She replied with much concern, “I fear not: nothing has ever affected her at all.” Immediately that word came into my mind, «« Before they call, I will answer.” I was going'to say, “* Come, let us call upon God to show her she has need of a Saviour ;” but, before the words were pronounced, the child tarned away her face, and began crying as if she would break her heart. 1 could get no word from her but, « My sins, my sins!” We then besought God to carry on his own work.