Wesley Corpus

Secluded from the world, and all its care, Hast thou to joy or grieve, to hope or fear Shut up, as you are, in your father's house, and a little, retired, quiet island, and having food to eat and raiment to put on, what can you find to try you Speak, my dear friend, speak. Surely you will not deny me the pleasure of serving you, or at least of sympathizing with you, if I cannot help you. One of your trials I can easily foresee. With all your innocence and prudence, you cannot escape censure. In spite of all you can do, the good that is in you will surely be evil spoken of. And it is not unlikely some will join in the cry against you from whom you expected better things. But, as you are just entering into life, one would think you had hardly yet met with any who rewarded you evil for good, and gave you occasion to cry out, Ingratitude! sharp as the viper's tooth! However, you have one Friend that never fails and that is always near. What a comfort it is that He is about your bed and about your path, still laying His hand upon you! Does He speak to you in dreams and visions of the night or wholly in your waking hours I love to hear and to read your experience of His goodness. As soon as you have opportunity, write without reserve to, my very dear sister, Yours most affectionately. To Miss Jane Bisson, In St. Helier, Isle of Jersey. To Charles Wesley February [20], 1788. I have not one hour to spare from four in the morning till nine at night. But you may see me on Thursday at Mr. Griffith's, who w.ill come in his coach to fetch you. O consent [Charles endorses this, 'Consent to be cured, Feb. 1788.'] to be cured! To Ann Bolton LONDON, February 23, 1788. MY DEAR NANCY, -- You do well to write to me at all times when you are of leisure, but especially when you are in trouble. It is a just remark of Mr. Addison: The ways of Heaven are dark and intricate, Puzzled with mazes and perplexed with errors.