Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-034 |
| Words | 394 |
She said, ' I feel my heart knit to you, in a manner I cannot
express ; and I was thinking, if we love one another now, how
will our love be enlarged when we meet in heaven! Andthe
thought was too much for me to bear; it quite overcame me.'
" 14. On Friday she seemed to be just upon the wing : We
thought she was going almost every moment. So she continued
till Tuesday. We were unwilling to part with her,but seeing
the pain she was in,could not wish it should continue; and so
gave her up to God. I sat upwithher thatnight, and the next
day, June 7, she fell asleep."
Monday, 31, and the following days, Ivisited the societies
near London. Friday, NOVEMBER 5. In the afternoon John
Downes (who had preached with usmany years) was saying,
" I feel such a love to the people at West-Street, that I could
be content to die with them. I do not find myself very well ;
but I must be with them this evening." He went thither, and
began preaching, on, " Come unto me, ye that are weary and
heavy-laden." After speaking ten or twelve minutes, he sunk
down, and spake no more, till his spirit returned to God.
I suppose he was by nature full as great a genius as Sir
Isaac Newton. I will mention but two or three instances of
it :-When he was at school, learningAlgebra, he came oneday
to his master, and said, " Sir, I can prove this proposition a
betterway than it is provedinthe book." His master thought
it could not be ; but upon trial, acknowledged it to be so. Some
time after, his father sent him to Newcastle with a clock, which
was to bemended. He observed the clockmaker's tools, and the
manner how he took it in pieces, and put it together again ; and
whenhe came home, first made himself tools, andthenmade a
clock, which went as true as any in the town. I suppose such
strength of genius as this, has scarce been known in Europe
before.
Anotherproofof it was this:-Thirty years ago, while I was
shaving, he was whittling the top of a stick : I asked, "What
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are you doing ? " He answered, " I am taking your face, which