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vent the good which is in us from being evil spoken of; but if the neglect of known duties be the one condition of fecuring our reputation, why, fare it well.— We know whom we have believed, and what we thus lay out He will pay us again. Your fon already stands before the judgment-feat of Him who judges righteous judgment; at the brightness of whose prefence the clouds remove; his eyes are open, and he sees clearly whether it was "Blind zeal and a thorough mistake of true religion, that hurried him on in the error of his way," or whether he acted like a faithful and wife fervant, who from a just sense that his time was short, made hafte to finish his work before his Lord's coming, that when laid in the balance he might not be found wanting.

I have now largely and plainly laid before you the real ground of all the strange outcry you have heard; and am not without hope that by this fairer reprefentation of it than you probably ever received before, both you and the clergyman you formerly mentioned may have a more favourable opinion of a good cause, tho' under an ill name. Whether you have or no, I fhall ever acknowledge my best fervices to be due to yourself and your family, both for the generous affistance you have given my Father, and for the invaluable advantages your fon has (under God) beftowed

on,

Sir, Your ever obliged

And most obedient Servant.

ON

ON THE DEATH OF

MR. MORGAN of CHRIST CHURCH.

By the Rev. Mr. SAMUEL WEsley.

66 WE FOOLS COUNTED HIS LIFE MADNESS."

Fought beneath them happy fouls attend,
Let MORGAN hear the triumph of a friend,
And hear well-pleas'd. Let Libertines fo gay
With careless indolence despise the Lay;
Let critick wits, and fools for laughter born
Their verdi& pafs with fupercilious fcorn;
Let jovial crowds by wine their fenfes drown'd,
Stammer out cenfure in their frantick round;
Let yawning fluggards faint diflike difplay,
Who, while they truft to-morrow, lofe to-day;
Let fuch as these the facred ftrains condemn ;
For 'tis true glory to be hifs'd by them.

Wife in his prime, he waited not for noon,
Convinc'd, that mortal never liv'd too soon.
As if foreboding then his little stay,

He made his morning bear the heat of day.
Fix'd, while unfading glory he purfues,
No ill to hazard, and no good to lofe.
No fair occafion glides unheeded by ;
Snatching the golden moments as they fly,
He by few fleeting hours enfures eternity.
Friendship's warm beams his artlefs breaft infpire,
And tend'reft rev'rence for a much lov'd fire,
He dar'd for heav'n this flatt'ring world forego,
Ardent to teach, as diligent to know.
Unwarp'd by fenfual views, or vulgar aims,
By idle riches, or by idler names.
Fearful of Sin in every clofe disguise,
Unmov'd by threat'ning or by glozing lies.
Seldom indeed the wicked came fo far,
Forc'd by his piety to defensive war;
Whofe zeal for other men's falvation fhown,
Beyond the reach of hell fecur'd his own.

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Glad'ning

"Glad'ning the poor, where'er his steps he turn'd,
Where pin'd the orphan, or the widow mourn'd;
Where prifoners figh'd beneath guilt's horrid ftain,
The worst confinement and the heaviest chain.
Where death's fad fhade th' uninftructed fight
Veil'd with thick darkness in the land of light.
Our Saviour thus fulfill'd his great defign,
(If human we may liken to divine)

Heal'd each difeafe that bodies frail endure,
And preach'd th' unhop'd for Gospel to the poor.
To means of grace the last respect he fhew'd,
Nor fought new paths, as wifer than his God:
Their facred ftrength preferv'd him from extremes
Of empty outfide or enthufiaft dreams;

Whims of Molinos, loft in rapture's mist,
Or, Quaker, late-reforming quietift.

He knew that works our faith muft here employ,
And that 'tis heaven's great bufinefs to enjoy.
Fix'd on that heav'n he death's approaches faw,
Nor vainly murmur'd at our nature's law:
Repin'd not that his youth fo foon should go,
Nor griev'd for fleeting pleafures here below.
Of fharpeft anguifh fcorning to complain,
He fills with mirth the intervals of pain.
Not only unappall'd but joyful fees

The dark, cold paffage that muft lead to peace;
Strong with immortal bloom fecure to rife,
The tears for ever banish'd from his eyes.

Who now regrets his early youth would spend
The life fo nobly that fo foon should end?
Who blames the Stripling for performing more
Than doctors grave, and prelates of threefcore?
Who now esteems his fervour indifcreet,

His prayers too frequent, or his alms too great ?. Who thinks, where bleft he reigns beyond the sky, His crown too radiant, or his throne too high? Who but the fiend, who once his course with stood And whisper'd" Stay till fifty to be good ? " Sure, if believ'd, t' obtain his hellish aim, Adjourning to the time that never came.

JOURNAL

JOURNAL

FROM

October 14, 1735, to February 1, 1738.

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UESDAY, O&. 14, 1735, Mr. Benjamin Ingham, of Queen's-College, Oxford, Mr. Charles Delamotte, fon of a merchant in London, who had offered himself fome days before, my brother Charles Wesley, and myself, took boat for Gravefend, in order to embark for Georgia. Our end in leaving our native country, was not to avoid want (God having given us plenty of temporal bleffings) nor to gain the dung or drofs of riches or honour: but fingly this, To fave our fouls, to live wholly to the glory of God. In the afternoon we found the Simmonds off Gravefend, and i immediately went on board..

Wednesday and Thursday we spent with one or two of our friends, partly on board and partly on shore, in exhorting one another to shake off every weight, and to run with patience the race fet before us.

Friday 17. I began to learn German, in order to converfe with the Moravians, fix and twenty of whom we had on board. On Sunday, the weather being fair: and calm, we had the morning-fervice on quarter deck. I now first preached extempore, and then adminiftered the Lord's Supper to fix or feven communicants. A little flock. May God increase it !

Monday 20. Believing the denying ourfelves even in the fmalleft inftances, might, by the bleffing of God be helpful to us, we wholly left off the ufe of flefn and

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wine,

wine, and confined ourselves to vegetable food, chiefly rice and bifket. In the afternoon David Nichman, bishop of the Moravians, and two others began to learn English. O may we be, not only of one tongue, but of one mind and of one heart!

Tuesday 21. We failed from Gravefend. When we were past about half the Goodwin Sands, the wind fuddenly failed. Had the calm continued till ebb, the fhip had probably been loft. But the gale fprung up again in an hour, and carried us into the Downs.

We now began to be a little regular. Our common way of living was this. From four in the morning till five each of us ufed private prayer. From five to feven we read the Bible together, carefully comparing it (that we might not lean to our own understandings) with the writings of the earliest ages. At feven we breakfafted. At eight were the public prayers. From nine to twelve I ufually learned German, and Mr. Delamotte, Greek. My brother writ Sermons, and Mr. Ingham inftructed the children. At twelve we met to give an account to one another what we had done fince our last meeting, and what we defigned to do before our next. About one we dined. The time from dinner to four, we spent in reading to thofe of whom each of us had taken charge, or in fpeaking to them feverally, as need required. At four were the evening prayers; when either the fecond lefson was explained, (as it always was in the morning) or the children were catechifed, and inftructed before the congregation. From fix to feven I read in our cabbin to two or three of the paffengers (of whom there were about eighty English on board) and each of my brethren to a few more in theirs. At feven I joined with the Germans in their public fervice; while Mr. Ingham was reading between the decks, to as many as defired to hear. At eight we met again, to exhort and inftruct one enother. Between nine and ten we went to bed, where neither the roaring of the fea, nor the motion of the fhip, could take away the refreshing fleep which God gave us.

Friday 24. Having a rolling fea, most of the passengers found the effects of it. Mr. Delamotte was exceeding fick, for feveral days: Mr. Ingham for about half an hour. My brother's head ached much,

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