Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-004 |
| Words | 397 |
one posture fifteen or sixteen days. And he did not knowwhe-
ther this might not give awound to my constitution, which I
should never recover. 2. To do nothing while I continued
easy. And this advice I was determined to take.
Last month the swelling was often painful. So on this day,
Mr. Wathen performed the operation, and drew off something
more than half a pint of a thin, yellow, transparent water.
With this came out (to his no small surprise) a pearl of the
Feb. 1774.] 7
size ofa small shot ; which he supposed might be one cause of
the disorder, by occasioning aconflux of humours to the part.
Wednesday, 5. I was as perfectly easy, as ifno operation had
beenperformed.
Tues. 12.-I began at the east end of the town to visit the
society from house to house. I know no branch of the pastoral
office, which is of greater importance than this. But it is so
grievous to flesh and blood, that I can prevail on few, even of
our Preachers, to undertake it.
Sun. 23. Mr. Pentycross assisted me at the chapel. O
what a curse upon the poor sons of men is the confusion of
opinions ! Worse by many degrees than the curse of Babel,
the confusion of tongues. What but this could prevent this
amiable young man fromjoining heart and hand with us ?
Mon. 24. I was desired by Mrs. Wright, of New- York, to
let her take my effigy inwax-work. She has that of Mr. White-
field andmany others ; but none ofthem, I think, comes up to
awell-drawn picture.
Fri. 28. I buried the remains of that venerable mother in
Israel, Bilhah Aspernell. She found peacewith God in 1738 ;
and soon after, purity of heart. From that time she walked in
the light of God's countenance, dayand night, without the least
intermission. She was always in pain, yet always rejoicing, and
going about doing good. Her desire was, that she might not
live to be useless : And God granted her desire. On Sunday
evening she met herclass, as usual. The next day she sent for
her old fellow-traveller, Sarah Clay, and said to her, " Sally, I
am going." She asked, " Where are you going ?" She cheer-
fully answered, " To my Jesus, to be sure ! " and spoke no
.more.