two other women in the High-Street, about day-break, and
REV. J. WESLEY'S
[Oct. 1778. desired her to relate them at large, which she readily did as follows :— - "Six or seven years ago, a servant of my husband's died of the small-pox.
A few days after, as I was walking into the town, I met him in his common every-day clothes, running towards me.
In about a minute he disappeared.
"Mr. Heth, a Surgeon and Apothecary, died in March, 1756.
On the 14th of April following, I was walking with two other women in the High-Street, about day-break, and we all three saw him, dressed as he usually was, in a scarlet surtout, a bushy wig, and a very small hat.
He was standing and leaning against a post, with his chin resting on his hands.
As we came towards him, (for we were not frighted at. all,) he walked towards us, and went by us.
We looked steadily after him, and saw him til] he turned into the market-house.- " Not long after this, Mr. Sm— died.
Ten or twelve days after, as I was walking near his house, about eleven o'clock, in a bright, sunshiny day, I saw him standing at his chamber window, and looking full upon me; but it was with the most horrid countenance that I ever saw.
As I walked on, I could not keep my eyes off him, till he withdrew from the window, though I was so terrified with his: ghastly look, that I was ready to drop down."
Fri. 9.—I returned to London, and Sunday, 11, buried the remains of Eleanor Lee.
I believe she received the great promise of God, entire sanctification, fifteen or sixteen years ago, and that she never lost it for an hour.
I conversed intimately with her ever since, and never saw her do any action, little or great, nor heard her speak any word, which I could reprove.
Thou wast indeed "a mother in Israel!"
Tues. 13.—I took a little tour into Oxfordshire, and preached in the evening at Wallingford.
Wednesday, 14. I went on to Oxford, and, having an hour to spare, walked to Christ-Church, for which I cannot but still retain a peculiar affection.
What. lovely mansions are these!
What is wanting to make the inhabitants of them happy?
That, without which. no rational. creature can be happy,—the experimental knowledge of God.
In the evening I preached at Finstock, to a congregation gathered from many miles round.
How gladly could I spend a few weeks in this delightful solitude!
But I must not rest yet.
As long as God gives me strength to labour, I am to