Wesley Corpus

Tues. DECEMBER 2.-I went to Chatham, and preached in theevening, on, " Wewalk by faith, not by sight. " Wednesday, 3. I went to Sheerness, where the society is considerably increased since I was here before. Thursday, 4. At noon I preached at Faversham, where, after a long winter, the seed seems to be springing up. The congregation was very large, and deeply attentive. In the evening I preached in the new House at Brompton. I had not preached there between thirty and forty years ; and there is now a fair prospect here also. Friday, 5. I returned to London. Mon. 8. I had the pleasure of meeting an old friend, who gaveme a pleasing account of the glorious death of his mother, which had made so deep an impression upon him that he was almost persuaded to be a Christian. Wednesday, 10, and the following days, I corrected my brother's posthumous poems ; being short Psalms, (some few excepted,) [hymns) on the four Gospels, and the Acts of the Apostles. They make five volumes in quarto, containing eighteen or nineteen hundred pages. They were finished April 25, 1765. The revisal finished, April 24, 1774. A second revisal finished, January 26, 1777. A third revisal finished, February 20, 1780. A fourth revisal finished. Afifth revisal finished. 442 REV. J. WESLEY'S [Dec. 1788. Asixth revisal finished. A seventh revisal finished. The last revisal finished, May, 1787. Many of these are little, ifany, inferior to his former poems, havingthe samejustness and strength of thought, with the same beauty of expression ; yea, the same keenness of wit on proper occasions, as bright and piercing as ever. Mon. 15. In the evening I preached at Miss Teulon's school in Highgate. I think it was the coldest night I ever remember. The house we were in stood on the edge of the hill, and the east wind set full in the window. I counted eleven, twelve, one, and was then obliged to dress, the cramp growing more and more violent. But inthemorning, not only the cramp was gone, but likewise the lameness which used to follow it. About this time I was reflecting on the gentle steps whereby age steals upon us. Take only one instance. Four years ago my sight was as good as it was at five-and-twenty. I then began