ON THE DEATH OF

MR. MORGAN, OF CHRIST CHURCH.

BY THE REV. MR. SAMUEL WESLEY.

We fools counted his life madness.

IF ought beneath them happy souls attend,
Let Morgan hear the triumph of a friend,
And hear well pleas'd. Let libertines so gay
With careless indolence despise the lay;
Let critic wits, and fools for laughter born,
Their verdict pass with supercilious scorn;
Let jovial crowds, by wine their senses drown'd,
Stammer out censure in their frantic round;
Let yawning sluggards faint dislike display,
Who, while they trust tomorrow, lose to day;
Let such as these the sacred strains condemn;
For 'tis true glory to be biss'd hu thom

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Gladd'ning the poor, where'er his steps he turn'd;
Where pin'd the orphan, or the widow mourn'd;
Where prisoners sigh'd beneath guilt's horrid stain,
The worst confinement and the heaviest chain.
Where death's sad shade th' uninstructed sight
Veil'd with thick darkness in the land of light.
Our Saviour thus fulfill'd his great design,
(If human we may liken to divine,)
Heal'd each disease that bodies frail endure,
And preach'd the' unhoped-for Gospel to the poor.

To means of grace the last respect he show'd,
Nor sought new paths, as wiser than his God:
Their sacred strength preserv'd him from extremes
Of empty outside or enthusiast dreams;
Whims of Molino, lost in rapture's mist,
Or Quaker, late reforming quietist.

He knew that works our faith must here employ,
And that 'tis heaven's great business to enjoy.
Fix'd on that heaven he death's approaches saw,

JOURNAL

FROM OCTOBER 14, 1735, TO FEBRUARY 1, 1731.

TUESDAY, October 14, 1735, Mr. Benjamin Ingham, of Queen's College, Oxford, Mr. Charles Delamotte, son of a merchant in London, who had offered himself some days before, my brother Charles Wesley, and mycolf +

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Nitschman, Bishop of the Germans, and two others, began to learn English. O may we be, not only of one tongue, but of one mind and of one heart!

Tues. 21. We sailed from Gravesend. When we were past. about half the Goodwin Sands, the wind suddenly failed. Had the calm continued till ebb, the ship had probably been lost. But the gale sprung up again in an hour, and carried us into the Downs.

We now began to be a little regular. Our common way of living was this: From four in the morning till five, each of us used From five to seven we read the Bible together, private prayer. carefully comparing it (that we might not lean to our own understandings) with the writings of the earliest ages.

At seven we At eight were the public prayers. From nine to breakfasted. twelve I usually learned German, and Mr. Delamotte, Greek. My brother writ sermons, and Mr. Ingham instructed the children. At twelve we met to give an account to one another what we had done since our last meeting, and what we designed to do before About one we dined. The time from dinner to four,

our next.

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pany with us, where also many were glad to join in prayer and hearing the word.

Fri. 31. We sailed out of the Downs. At eleven at night I was waked by a great noise. I soon found there was no danger. But the bare apprehension of it, gave me a lively conviction what manner of men those ought to be, who are every moment on the brink of eternity.

Sat. Nov. 1. We came to St. Helen's harbour, and the next day into Cowes road. The wind was fair, but we waited for the man of war which was to sail with us. This was a happy opportunity of instructing our fellow-travellers. May He whose seed we sow, give it the increase!

Sun. 16. Thomas Hird, and Grace his wife, with their children, Mark, aged 21, and Phebe, about 17, late Quakers, were,"at their often-repeated desire, and after careful instruction, admitted to baptism.

Thur. 20. We fell down into Yarmouth road, but the next day were forced back into Cowes. During our stay here there were several storms: in one of which two ships in Yarmouth road

were lost.

The continuance of the contrary winds gave my brother an op

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