The Oxford Methodists : $b Memoirs of the Rev. Messrs. Clayton, Ingham, Gambold, Hervey, and Broughton, with biographical notices of othersTyerman, L. (Luke)
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The Oxford Methodists : $b Memoirs of the Rev. Messrs. Clayton, Ingham, Gambold, Hervey, and Broughton, with biographical notices of others
Again,—“_April 14, 1751_. My health is so very precarious, and
my constitution so enervated, that, I scarce ever am able,
and am always unfit, to wait upon your ladyship. I have often
found pleasure in visiting the poor tenants of the meanest
hut, where I had an opportunity of talking on heavenly things.
How much more should I be delighted, in an admission to your
ladyship’s company, where I should hear the same favourite
topics discoursed on, with all the refinements of politeness
and superior sense! But extreme weakness, and great languor,
disqualify me for the enjoyment of this satisfaction.”
Again,—“My poor heart, that is naturally fond of activity, and
would fain exert itself for the blessed Redeemer’s glory,—that
is peculiarly charmed with the works of creation, and knows no
higher entertainment than a contemplative rural excursion,—is
sometimes apt to repine at being cut off from its favourite
gratifications. But I desire to check such unsubmissive
emotions; and rest satisfied, that, whatever the all-gracious
God ordains, is incomparably better than I could choose for
myself. Let the voice of murmuring, therefore, be entirely
suppressed. Let the praises of God be upon my tongue, and let
all that is within me bless His holy name.”
Again,—“_September 23, 1751_. Though my hand is able to hold a
pen, my feet are not able to carry me across the room, without
some borrowed support. I have been extremely ill: hovering upon
the very brink of eternity. The doctor was twice sent for, by a
special messenger, from an apprehension, that, my dissolution
was approaching. You will probably be desirous to know how my
mind was affected, amidst such circumstances of peril and pain.
I humbly bless the Divine goodness, I was under no terrifying
fears with regard to death. It was desirable, rather than
dreadful; the thing I longed for, rather than deprecated. You
are pleased to ask, What I am going to publish? I was writing a
little Treatise[193] upon some of the most important doctrines
of Christianity: to be disposed partly into dialogues, partly
into letters; and rendered entertaining by several descriptive
pictures in nature and its ever-pleasing scenes. I have
sketched out the greatest part, in a rough un-connected manner;
but a considerable time will be requisite, to dispose it
properly, and polish it for the nice taste of the present age.
This time, whether it will please the Sovereign Disposer of
all things to allow; or whether my constitution, always very
inferior, but now more exceedingly enervated, will yield a
sufficient supply of animal strength,—is a great uncertainty.
But of this, my lady, we are absolutely certain, that, whatever
is ordered, by unerring wisdom and infinite mercy, must be
good,—must be best.”
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