The Oxford Methodists : $b Memoirs of the Rev. Messrs. Clayton, Ingham, Gambold, Hervey, and Broughton, with biographical notices of others — John Shaqi
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
“I cannot but think it an extraordinary piece of Providence
that, when we had lost our best advocate and patron, all
opposition against us should immediately cease; for, since you
left us, nobody has thought it worth while to attack either
Mr. Smith or me,[20] or to endeavour to remove us from those
principles wherein you, by the grace of God, have fixed us. I
have gone every day to Lincoln, big with expectation to hear
of some mighty attack made upon Mr. Smith; but, I thank God,
I have always been disappointed; for not one of the Fellows
has once so much as tried to shake him, or to convert him from
the right way, wherein, I hope, he at present walks. Indeed,
on Sunday, he met with a rub from Mr. Veesy, who refused to
read Prayers for him in your chapel, for fear of contributing
anything to his going to Christ Church. But Mr. Smith had the
heart to desire that favour of the Rector which Mr. Veesy
had denied him, who immediately promised to read for him,
and encouraged him to proceed in the way he was in, and, if
possible, to make further progress in virtue and holiness. He
goes out of town to-morrow morning, and so will be entirely
out of danger from the Fellows of Lincoln. We had conversation
this morning, whilst we were at breakfast together, concerning
the temptations which may arise from strange company and
travelling; and Mr. Smith seems to be fore-armed against, and
determined to oppose them to the utmost of his power. He joins
with me in best respects to your brother and you, and desires
you won’t forget to send the bands and the poems you promised
him.
“Poor Mr. Clements[21] is still recovering. He was with me last
night two hours, but I doubt to no purpose.
“My little flock[22] at Brazenose are, God be praised, true to
their principles, and I hope to themselves too.
“_Bocardo_,[23] I fear, grows worse upon my hands. They have
done nothing but quarrel ever since you left us; and they
carried matters so high on Saturday, that the bailiffs were
sent for, who ordered Tomlyns to be fettered and put in the
dungeon, where he lay some hours, and then, upon promise of
his good behaviour, was released again. He has been much
better ever since that time, and I hope will be better for
it all his lifetime. Wisdom has never been to hear me read,
notwithstanding his promise. I sent for him yesterday, but
he would not come down; and when I had done reading, I went
upstairs to him, and upbraided him with breaking his promise,
upon which he very easily replied, that he had thought better
of it since he had seen me, and was determined never to come
near Blair, lest his indignation should rise at the sight of
him.
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