Wesley Collected Works Vol 11
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-wesley-collected-works-vol-11-334 |
| Words | 384 |
From this time, till he undertook the direct care of souls,
he used to be in London during the sitting of the Parliament,
and the rest of the year at Tern-Hall, (as it was then called,)
instructing the young gentlemen. Every Sunday he attended
the parish church at Atcham. But when the service was
ended, instead of going home in the coach, which was always
ready, he usually took a solitary walk by the Severn side, and
spent some time in meditation and prayer. A pious domestic
of Mr. Hill's, having frequently observed him, one Sunday
desired leave to walk with him, which he constantly did from
that time. The account which he (Mr. Vaughan, still living
in London) gives of Mr. Fletcher is as follows:
“It was our ordinary custom, when the Church Service was
over, to retire into the most lonely fields or meadows, where
we frequently either kneeled down, or prostrated ourselves upon
the ground. At those happy seasons I was a witness of such
pleadings and wrestlings with God, such exercises of faith and
love, as I have not known in any one ever since. The conso
lations which we then received from God induced us to appoint
two or three nights in a week, when we duly met after his
pupils were asleep. We met also constantly on Sunday between
four and five in the morning. Sometimes I stepped into his
study on other days. I rarely saw any book before him
besides the Bible and the ‘Christian’s Pattern.” And he was
seldom in any other company, unless when necessary business
required, besides that of the unworthy writer of this paper.”
3. When he was in the country, he used to visit an
Officer of Excise at Atcham, to be instructed in singing. On
my desiring him to give me some account of what he recol
lected concerning Mr. Fletcher, he answered thus: “As
to that man of God, Mr. Fletcher, it is but little that I
remember of him; it being above nine-and-twenty years since
the last time I saw him. But this I well remember, his
conversation with me was always sweet and savoury. He was
too wise to suffer any of his precious moments to be trifled
away. When there was company to dine at Mr.