“One or two questions more, before I end, That much concern a brother and a friend:— Does John beyond his strength presume to go, To his frail carcase literally a foe? Lavish of health, as if in haste to die, And shorten time to insure eternity? Does Morgan weakly think his time misspent? Of his best actions can he now repent? Others, their sins with reason just deplore, The guilt remaining when the pleasure’s o’er; Shall he for virtue, first, himself upbraid, Since the foundation of the world was laid? Shall he (what most men to their sins deny) Show pain for alms, remorse for piety? Can he the sacred Eucharist decline? What Clement poisons here the bread and wine? Or does his sad disease possess him whole, And taint alike the body and the soul? If to renounce his graces he decree, O that he could transfer the stroke to me! Does earth grow fairer to his parting eye? Is heaven less lovely, as it seems more nigh? O, wondrous preparation this—to die!” Two months subsequent to Samuel Wesley’s visit, poor Morgan took his final departure from his friends at Oxford. He was sick in body and in mind. His end was near, though he knew it not. Leaving Oxford on the 5th of June, 1732, he proceeded to his father’s house in Dublin. Here he spent six weeks, and again set out for Oxford. The following letter, addressed to Wesley by his father, will tell the brief remainder of his short history. The letter was written fifteen months after Morgan’s untimely death; and, during this melancholy interval, his only surviving brother had been placed under Wesley’s tuition. “DUBLIN, _November, 1733_.