Fletcher of MadeleyMacdonald, Frederic W. (Frederic William)
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Fletcher of Madeley
Macdonald, Frederic W. (Frederic William)
Fletcher, John, 1729-1785
The drowsiness of which he complains was probably connected with what
Wesley says was his invariable rule; viz. to sit up two whole nights in
a week, and devote the time to reading, meditation, and prayer. We have
seen that Wesley disapproved these austerities as "well intended but
not well judged." It would be easy, but ungracious, to expand into
censure what Wesley so gently touched upon. It will be pleasanter to
look for a moment upon the solitary vicar at his frugal meal, as
portrayed by one who never forgot her girlish visit to the vicarage.
"Mr. Fletcher sometimes visited a boarding school at
Madeley. One morning he came in just as the girls had sat
down to breakfast. He said but little while the meal lasted,
but when it was finished he spoke to each girl separately,
and concluded by saying to the whole, 'I have waited some
time on you this morning, that I might see you eat your
breakfast; and I hope you will visit me to-morrow morning
and see how I eat mine.' He told them his breakfast hour was
seven o'clock, and obtained a promise that they would visit
him. Next morning they went at the time appointed, and
seated themselves in the kitchen. Mr. Fletcher came in,
quite rejoiced to see them. On the table stood a small basin
of milk and sops of bread. Mr. Fletcher took the basin
across the kitchen, and sat down on an old bench. He then
took out his watch, laid it before him, and said: 'My dear
girls, yesterday morning I waited on you a full hour while
you were at breakfast. I shall take as much time this
morning in eating my breakfast as I usually do, if not
rather more. Look at my watch! and he immediately began to
eat and continued in conversation with them. When he had
finished he asked them how long he had been at breakfast.
They said, 'Just a minute and a half, sir.' 'Now, my dear
girls,' said he, 'we have fifty-eight minutes of the hour
left'; and he began to sing--
'Our life is a dream;
Our time as a stream
Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.'"
After this he gave them a lecture on the value of time, and the worth
of the soul. They then all knelt down in prayer, after which he
dismissed them with impressions on the mind the narrator never ceased
to remember.[6]
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