dreadful an account, if you have expended any part of them not according to his will, but your own? 3, Is not death at hand? And are not you and I just stepping into eternity? Are we not just going to appear in the presence of God? And that naked of all worldly goods? Will you then rejoice in the money you have left behind you? Or in that you have given to support a family, as it is called That is in truth to support the pride, and vanity, and luxury, which you have yourself despised all your life long? O Sir, I beseech you, for the sake of God, for the sake of your own immortal soul, examine yourself, whether you do not love money? If so, you cannot love God. And if wo die without the fear of God, what remains? Only to be banished from him for ever and

ever!

"I am, with true respect, Sir,

66 your servant for Christ's sake.”

AN

EXTRACT

OF THE

REV. JOHN WESLEY'S

JOURNAL,

No. X.

FROM FEBRUARY 16, 1755, TO JUNE 16, 1758.

FEBRUARY 16, 1755, Having heard a confused account from a place near Camelford, in Cornwall, I wrote to a friend near it, and received the following answer :

"According to your desire I have enquired into the particulars of the late affair at Dineboul Quarry. The rock is about thirty yards thick; but the most valuable part of the stone lies undermost.

"There were nine partners who shared the advantage of this part of the quarry. Being greedy of gain, they brought out as much of the under part as possible; and the rather, because the time for which they had hired it was within a month of expiring.

"On Monday, December 2, William Lane, John Lane, William Kellow, and five more of the partners, met in the morning, and sent one of their number, for Theophilus Kellow, to come to work. He came, but was so uneasy, he could not stay, but quickly returned home: William Kellow was sent for in haste, and went to look after his mare,

which had cast her foal. The other seven continued labouring till twelve. All the workmen usually dine together. But these wrought on, when the rest withdrew, till in a moment, they were covered with rocks of all sizes, falling about ten yards, some of which were thought to be three ton weight. William Lane had some years since known the love of God. He was sitting, cleaving stones, when the rock calved in upon him, with a concave surface, which just made room for his body. Only one edge of it lit upon him, and broke one of his thigh bones. When they dug away the stones, he was earnestly praying to God, and confessing his unfaithfulness. As soon as he looked up, he began exhorting all around, instantly to make their peace with God. His bone being set, he soon recovered both his bodily strength, and the peace and love which he had lost. Another who sat close by his side, was covered over and killed at once. Close to him John Lane (son of William) was standing: he was thrown upon his face, he knew not how, and a sharp-edged stone pitched between his thighs, on which a huge rock fell, and was suspended by it, so as to shadow him all over. The other five were entirely dashed in pieces." Doth not God save those that trust in him?

Tuesday, April 1, I rode from Bristol to a village named Kingswood, near Wotton-under-edge. The Church was exceedingly full, and the congregation was serious and wellbehaved; and I had since the satisfaction of being informed, that many of them are much changed, at least, in their outward behaviour.

Wednesday 2, With some difficulty we reached Stanley. There has been lately a great awakening in this country. I never saw such a congregation here before, notwithstanding the wind and rain. And all present seemed to receive the word with gladness and readiness of mind. There is a solid, serious people in these parts, who stand their ground against all opposition. The warmest opposers are the jacobites, who do not love us, because we love king George. But they profit nothing; for more and more people fear God, and honour the King.

We rode on Thursday in the afternoon, through heavy rain, and almost impassable roads, to Evesham and on Friday 4, to Birmingham, a barren, dry, uncomfortable place. Most of the seed which has been sown for so many years, the wild boars have rooted up: The fierce, unclean, brutish, blasphemous Antinomians, have utterly destroyed it. And the mystic foxes have taken true pains to spoil what remained, with their new gospel. Yet it seems God has a blessing for this place still so many still attend the preaching and he is eminently present with the small number that is left in the Society.

Saturday 5, I preached at Wednesbury, and at eight on Sunday morning. But the great congregation assembled in the afternoon, as soon as the service of the Church was over, with which we take care never to interfere. A solemn awe seemed to run all through the company in the evening, when I met the Society. We have indeed preached the Gospel here with much contention; but the success overpays the labour.

Monday 7, I was advised to take the Derbyshire road to Manchester. We baited at a house six miles beyond Litchfield. Observing a woman sitting in the kitchen, I asked, 'Are you not well?' And found she had just been taken ill (being on her journey) with all the symptoms of an approaching pleurisy. She was glad to hear of an easy, cheap, and (almost) infallible remedy, a handful of nettles, boiled a few minutes, and applied warm to the side. While I was speaking to her, an elderly man, pretty well drest, came in. Upon enquiry, he told us, he was travelling, as he could, towards his home, near Hounslow, in hopes of agreeing with his creditors, to whom he had surrendered his all. But how to get on he knew not, as he had no money, and had caught a tertian ague. I hope a wise Providence directed this wanderer also, that he might have a remedy for both his maladies.

Soon after we took horse, we overtook a poor man, creeping forward on two crutches. I asked whither he was going; he said, towards Nottingham, where his wife lived.

VOL. III.

But both his legs had been broken while he was on shipboard. And he had now spent all his money. This man likewise appeared exceedingly thankful, and ready to acknowledge the hand of God.

In the afternoon we came to Barton-forge, where a gentleman of Birmingham has set up a large iron-work, and fixed five or six families, with a serious man over them, who lost nearly all he had in the great riot at Wednesbury. Most of them are seeking to save their souls. I preached in the evening, not to them only, but to many gathered from all parts, and exhorted them to love and help one another.

Tuesday 8, I had designed to go straight on to Hayfield ; but one from Ashbourn pressed me much to call there: which accordingly I did at seven in the morning, and preached to a deeply serious congregation. Seventeen or eighteen then desired to join in a Society, to whom I spoke severally, and was well pleased to find, that nearly half of them knew the pardoning love of God. One of the first I spoke to was Miss Berrisford: a sweet, but short-liv'd flower!

Through much hail, rain, and wind, we got to Mr. B.'s, at Hayfield, about five in the afternoon. His favourite daughter died some hours before we came : such a child as is scarcely heard of in a century. All the family informed me of many remarkable circumstances, which else, would have seemed incredible. She spake exceedingly plain, yet very seldom; and then only a few words. She was scarcely ever seen to laugh, or heard to utter a light or trifling word. She could not bear any that did, nor any one who behaved in a light or unserious manner. If any such offered to kiss or touch her, she would turn away, and say, "I don't like you." If her brother or sisters spoke angrily to each other, or behaved triflingly, she either sharply reproved, (when that seemed needful) or tenderly intreated them to give over. If she had spoken too sharply to any, she would humble herself to them, and not rest till they had forgiven her. After her health declined, she was particularly pleased with hearing that hymn sung, "Abba, Father: " and would be frequently singing that line herself, “Abba, Father, hear my