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
“_July 11._ I think your ladyship’s objection was very just and
weighty. I fancy it would be most advisable to send the little
piece” (his Remarks on Bolingbroke) “abroad under my own name;
as the acceptance, which my other Essays have found from the
public, may promote the spread of this. And, I apprehend, my
bookseller would give me something for the copy; which, at
this juncture, would scarcely be consistent with prudence to
neglect. The expense of taking my two livings is very great.
It will cost me, I am told, six score pounds; and though,
I believe, I have money enough in the bank, produced by my
selling the property of my ‘Meditations,’ yet such a succour
would be welcome and serviceable. Will your ladyship lend your
name, either at full length or in initial letters, to dignify
and recommend the performance? I humbly submit this proposal
to your ladyship’s determination: and shall be obliged, if you
allow it; and shall acquiesce, if you reject it.”
Hervey visited the metropolis, and, on his return to Weston-Favel, had a
near escape from an untimely death. He writes:—
“_August 2._ Very early on Wednesday morning, I set out for
Northampton, in a new machine, called _The Berlin_; which holds
four passengers, is drawn by a pair of horses, and driven in
the manner of a post-chaise. On this side Newport, we came up
with a stage-coach, and made an attempt to pass it. This the
coachman perceiving, mended his pace; which provoked the driver
of the _Berlin_ to do the same, till they both lashed their
horses into a full career; and were more like running a race,
than conveying passengers. We very narrowly escaped falling
foul on each other’s wheels. I called out to the fellows; but
to no purpose. Within the space of a minute or two, what I
apprehended happened. My vehicle was overturned, and thrown
with great violence on the ground. The coachman was tossed
off his box, and lay bleeding in the road. There was only one
person in the coach, and none but myself in the _Berlin_; yet,
neither of us (so tender was the care of Divine Providence!)
sustained any considerable hurt. I received only a slight
bruise, and had the skin razed from my leg, where I might
too reasonably have feared the misfortune of broken bones,
dislocated limbs, or a fractured skull.”
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