Wesley Corpus

Why do persons who treat the same subjects with me, write so much larger books? Of many reasons, is not this the chief, We do not write with the same view Their principal end is to get money; my only one, to do good. We rode to Norwich. Sunday, 19. At seven I administered the Lord's Supper to about a hundred and seventy serious communicants. One person then found peace with God, and many were comforted. In the evening, finding the House would not contain one-third of the congre gation, I was obliged to stand in the open air; a sight which has not been seen at Norwich for many years. Yet all the people were still, and deeply attentive, two or three wild Antinomians excepted. I preached on the Gospel for the 354 REv. J. wesLEY's March, 1769. day, the Woman of Canaan. I believe God spake to many hearts; but who will obey his voice? I rode to Lakenheath, and had more hearers there than I had had for several years. I spoke exceeding plain in the evening; one fruit of which was, that the House was filled at five in the morning. Thence I returned to Bury, and found the same little lively company, whose spirit seemed to reach the whole congregation. I know not when I have observed such a constraining power as while I was enforcing, "Seek ye the Lord while he may be found; call upon him while he is near." I rode to Braintree. The sharp frost did not hinder many from attending; and all were serious and well-behaved. Saturday, 25. I went on to London. I had one more agreeable conversation with my old friend and fellow-labourer, George Whitefield. His soul appeared to be vigorous still, but his body was sinking apace; and, unless God interposes with his mighty hand, he must soon finish his labours. Thur. MARCH 2. I buried the remains of Michael Hayes, a good old soldier of Jesus Christ. He had lived above an hundred and four years, and mostly in vigorous health. His speech and understanding continued to the last; and as he lived, so he died, praising God. After preaching at Spitalfields in the morning, and at West-Street in the afternoon, I went to Brentford; on Monday, to Hungerford; and the next day to Bath. On the road, I read over Dr.