In his sermons, Mr. Wesley spoke as plainly to the rich as he did to the poor. He told them how God hated sin, and that it was impossible for a sinner to get to heaven. Some of the ladies and gentlemen did not like this at all, and called Mr. Wesley "rude and ill-mannered," but it made them feel uncomfortable all the same. You have heard of a place called Bath, and that it is noted for its mineral waters. It is a fashionable place now, but it was a great deal more fashionable in Mr. Wesley's time. Not being far from Bristol, Mr. Wesley used sometimes to go and preach there. Once when he went, some of his friends said: "Don't preach to-day, for Beau Nash means to come and oppose you." Beau Nash was a gambler, and in other ways, too, a very bad man. But, somehow, he always managed to get enough money to make a great show, and many of the people looked up to him as a leader of fashion. Indeed, he was quite popular among most of the visitors to Bath. Of course when Mr. Wesley heard that this man was coming to oppose him, instead of being frightened, he was all the more determined to preach. A great number of people had assembled, many of them Nash's friends, who had come to see "the fun." By and by Beau Nash himself came, looking very grand in a big white hat, and riding in a coach drawn by six grey horses, with footmen and coachmen all complete. Soon after Mr. Wesley had commenced his sermon, Beau Nash interrupted him by asking: "Who gave you leave to do what you are doing?" "Jesus Christ," said Mr. Wesley, "through the Archbishop of Canterbury, when he laid his hands upon my head, and said: 'Take thou authority to preach the gospel.'" This answer rather settled Beau Nash. Then he accused Mr. Wesley of frightening the people out of their wits. "Did you ever hear me preach?" said Mr. Wesley. "No," was the reply. "Then how do you know I frighten people?" "By what I have heard." "Oh!" said Mr. Wesley. "Then is not your name Nash?" "It is," said the Beau. "Well, sir, I suppose, then, I must judge you by what I have heard of you." This reply so confounded the young man that he could not say a word, and when an old woman in the congregation stood up and told the Beau what she thought about him, the "King of Bath," as he was called, slunk away, and took himself off. This affair made a great stir in Bath, and when Mr. Wesley went through the town the streets were full of people, hurrying up and down, wanting to see him. [Illustration] [Illustration] CHAPTER XVIII. Good out of evil.--What Mr. Wesley preached.--"Hurrah!"--In the prison.--How the wicked Methodists spoiled the woollen trade.--Emilia Wesley says strong things.--In the sunlight.