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
It was a year after this, when Charles Wesley attended the Collegiate
church every day for a whole week, and every day stood close to Clayton,
and yet the latter would not even look at him.
Here we must leave the Jacobite Churchman. Of his sincerity, and of
his earnest purpose faithfully to fulfil his office as a minister of
the Church of England, there can be no question; but, remembering the
sacred associations and Methodist meetings of Oxford, this priestly
superciliousness was not to be commended, even though his two former
friends were now excluded from Church of England pulpits, and were so
ecclesiastically irregular as to preach in the open air.
REV. BENJAMIN INGHAM, THE YORKSHIRE EVANGELIST.
Benjamin Ingham was born at Osset, in Yorkshire, June 11th, 1712. Like
the Wesleys, he was a descendant of one of the ministers ejected from
the Church of England by the black Bartholomew Act of 1662.[51] Having
received a liberal education at the grammar-school, Batley, he was sent,
when about eighteen years of age, to Queen’s College, Oxford. Two years
afterwards, he joined the Methodists. None of that godly brotherhood
were more diligent and devout than this young Yorkshireman. Hence, the
following letter addressed to his friend Wesley:—
“OSSET, _February 27th, 1734_.
“HONOURED SIR,—I meet with many cases of conscience in the
country, though I can find no casuist to solve them. I did
not altogether know the advantage of living at Oxford so well
before as I do now. They that have it in their power to reside
there, are wise if they do so. To act well in the country,
requires more knowledge, prudence, and a great deal more zeal.
It is scarce possible to imagine how wicked the world is.
The generality are dead in trespasses and sins. Even those
who would pass for good Christians, are sunk deep in a dead
indifference. Sincerity is as rare as a black swan. Since I
left your good brother, I have only met with one person that is
in good earnest for heaven, except that poor rug-maker. God,
indeed, is chief in his heart. The most wholesome discipline
and best discourses have no effect upon most people. They are
no more moved and concerned than a stone. Reflecting frequently
on this, has confirmed my belief of an election of grace.
I should be glad to know your thoughts on the subject at a
convenient opportunity.
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