Wesley Corpus

Love to his own incon sistencies; love of scolding, love of abuse. Let the reader 416 REMARKS ON MR. HILL’s find out any other sort of love through the whole performance.” In order to judge whether I wrote in love or no, let any one read the words he has picked out of fifty-four pages, just as they stand connected with others in each page; it will then appear they are not contrary either to love or meekness. 5. But Mr. W. says, Mr. Hill “is unworthy the name either of the gentleman or the Christian; and is amazed that Mr. Hill should lay claim to either of those titles.” (Page 6.) Not so. It is my belief that Mr. Hill is both a gentleman and a Christian; though I still think, in his treatment of Mr. Fletcher and me, he has acted beneath his character. Yet it is very likely, “a friend of yours” (not mine) “might say, I wrote in much wrath.” (Page 7.) I wrote then in just as much wrath as I do now; though your friend might think otherwise. 6. Nay, but Mr. W. “gives all the Calvinist Ministers the most scurrilous, Billingsgate language, while he is trumpeting forth his own praises, in Mr. F.’s ‘Second Check to Antinomianism.’” (Page 8.) - A small mistake. I do not give Billingsgate language to any one: I have not so learned Christ. Every one of those Hymns, out of which Mr. Hill culls the harshest expressions, are not mine, but my brother’s. Neither do I trumpet forth my own praises. Mr. Hill's imagining I do, arises from an innocent mistake. He con tinually takes for granted that I read over and correct all Mr. F.’s books before they go to the press. So far from it, that the “Fourth Check to Antinomianism” I have not read over to this day. But Mr. W. “thinks himself to be the greatest Minister in the world.” Exceedingly far from it. I know many now in England, at whose feet I desire to be found in the day of the Lord Jesus. 7. To that question, “Why does a man fall upon me, because another gave him a good beating?” Mr. Hill answers, “If your trumpet had not given the alarm, we should not have prepared ourselves for the battle.” (Page 53.) Nay, truly, not mine, but Mr. Shirley’s.