Class-rooms and a school-room were afterwards built, and a house fitted up where Mr. Wesley and his mother could live. At the end of the chapel was another house for his servants and some of his helpers. There was also a coach-house and stable where the travelling preachers could "put up." Though Mr. John and Mr. Charles Wesley were so clever and worked so hard, they could never have got on without their earnest, loving helpers. There was Thomas Maxfield, one of those devoted, go-a-head men of Bristol; then there was John Nelson, a stone-mason, in Yorkshire, who, when his master wanted him to work on Sunday, refused; and, like other Methodists, having become a Christian himself he sought to win others for Christ. Thomas Olivers was another. Poor Thomas, when he was a wee boy, only four years old, both his father and his mother died, and little Tom was left to grow up a wicked boy. He used to swear and gamble and drink, and when he became a man was one of the worst characters in Bristol. But he heard Mr. Whitefield preach, and from that time a change came over him. He felt he was too great a sinner ever to be forgiven, and would kneel down and pray for hours and hours. God saw how sorry he was for all his wickedness, and how much he longed to be different, so He just whispered His forgiveness, bidding him, "Go and sin no more," and Thomas Olivers rose up a converted man, and became as brave a Christian as he had been bold a sinner. [Illustration] [Illustration] CHAPTER XXII. Billy and Polly.--A little sunbeam visits Sandgate.--What happened at seven o'clock in the morning.--And at five o'clock in the evening.--"The Old, Old Story."--Newcastle wants to know more.--But Newcastle has to wait.--John Wesley goes back to Bristol.--The Kingswood of the North. "WHO'S yon man?" "Which man?" "Yon. Him with the long hair, and dressed like a parson." "I dunno. Why there's two on 'em." "I say, Polly, let's go and hear 'em, they're singing. Come on, Bob." Bob and Billy and Polly were very ragged and very dirty children, and they lived in Newcastle. The boys were almost naked, and Polly, though nearly fifteen had no clothes on at all, only a dirty bit of blanket wrapped round her. Their fathers and mothers worked in the coal mines, and because they had never been taught different, they were drunken, swearing, wicked people; even the children cursed and swore. But Bob and Billy and Polly have got to the top of Sandgate, the street where their miserable home is; let us follow. Some of their companions are with them, children as ragged and dirty as themselves. The women, too, have come to their doors to listen. What is it these men are singing? Hark! [Illustration: Music] All people that on earth do dwell Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice; Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell: Come ye before Him and rejoice.