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The foster-sisters : $b A story in the days of Wesley and Whitfield
Guernsey, Lucy Ellen
Evangelical Revival -- England -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Mr. Wesley preached to a crowded congregation on Sunday, and afterward
we had a long conversation in the garden. I cannot repeat all the good
advice he gave us, though I am sure I have profited by it all my life.
I have never been one of his blind worshipers—to think every thing
was right because he did it. On the contrary, I think he made some
mistakes. But I do say that a nobler, purer minded, more unselfish
person never lived, or one better fitted to be a spiritual guide. To
him, the unseen and eternal things were the real things, and all others
were but shadows, or at best but means to one great end.
He was far from being the morose, severe man that some people have
pictured him. On the contrary, I have never seen any one who enjoyed
life more, or carried on his face more clearly the imprint of
cheerfulness, and even gaiety.
Mr. Wesley rejoiced greatly over the change which had taken place in
St. Anne's Church and its pastor, but he warned Mr. Cheriton that he
must make ready to take up the cross, since it surely awaited him, if
he persevered in the course he had begun.
"He that would live godly in Jesus Christ must suffer persecution,"
said Mr. Wesley. "Unhappily, religion is just now at a very low ebb in
this our beloved country and Church. Those who should be sentinels are
sleeping on their posts, if not going over to the enemy outright, and
he who strives to awaken them must expect their enmity, aye, though he
prove every word he says to be in agreement with the standards of that
very Church he is accused of striving to pull down."
"True," said Mr. Cheriton, "I am taken to task severely for teaching
that a man may know his sins forgiven, and that by those who read the
Absolution every day. But I dare not condemn my brethren, seeing what
mine own life has been," said Mr. Cheriton, sadly. "I am sometimes all
but ready to despair when I think of the company I have kept and the
scenes I have frequented. But I trust I shall have strength given me to
face whatever comes to me in the way of my duty."
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CHAPTER XIV.
NEWS.
MR. WESLEY was right in saying that Mr. Cheriton might make up his mind
to suffer persecution. He was also right in saying that religion was at
a low ebb in the Church of England at that time.
With some most honorable exceptions, pastors seemed to content
themselves with a perfunctory performance of such duties as they could
not get rid of. They read prayers on a Sunday, when they could not
afford a curate at less than a man-cook's wages to do it for them,
preached now and then a moral essay, of which the substance was pretty
much poor little Betty's—that it was pretty to be good and naughty
to be bad—and too often spent the rest of the Lord's day in idle
amusements, especially in card playing and light reading.
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