eleven o'clock he returned home; and having sat down in his room, desired to be left alone, and not interrupted for half an hour by any one. When the limited time was expired, one went into the room with some mulled wine, of which he drank a little, and seemed sleepy; but in a few minutes threw it up, and said, “I must lie down." Dr. Whitehead coming in, (who had been sent for) Mr. Wesley smiled and said, "Doctor, they are more afraid than hurt." He lay most of that day, with a quick pulse, burning fever and extremely sleepy. Saturday the 26th, he continued much the same; spoke but little, and if roused to answer a question, or take a little refreshment, (which was seldom more than a spoonful at a time) soon dozed again. At night the stupor abated, though the fever still continued, but not so violent as before. On Sunday morning he got up, took a cup of tea, and seemed much better. His friends had now some hopes ; yet Dr. Whitehead said, he was not out of danger.-While sitting in his chair he looked quite cheerful, and repeated the latter part of that verse in the Scripture Hymns "Forsake me not when my strength faileth." on "Till glad I lay this body down Soon after, in a most emphatical manner he said, "Our friend Lazarus sleepeth." Some frinds then speaking rather too much to him, he tried to exert himself, but was soon exhausted and obliged to lie down. After awhile, he looked up and said, "Speak to me, I cannot speak." On which Miss Wesley and another who was present, said, "Shall we pray with you, Sir?" He earnestly replied, "Yes," and while they prayed that if our Father must lay this body down, and leave them Orphans, our gracious Lord would let down rays of heavenly glory into his waiting spirit, and pour out on all his children, the promised Comforter; his whole soul seemed engaged with God for an answer, and he added a hearty Amen. About half after two he said, "There is no need for more, (nor indeed had he strength to speak much) than what I said at Bristol ;* my words then were, * At the Bristol Conference in the year 1783, Mr. Wesley was taken very ill neither he nor his friends thought he would recover. From the nature of his complaint, he thought a spasm would probably seize his stomach, and occasion sudden death. Under these views of his situation, he said to Mr. Bradford, "I have been reflecting on my past life. I have been wandering up and down between fifty and sixty years, endeavouring in my poor way, to do a little good to my fellow creatures; and now it is probable there is but a few steps between me and death, and what have I to trust to for salvation? I can see nothing which I have done or suffered, that will bear looking at. I have no other plea than this; I the chief of sin. "I the chief of sinners am, Seeing him very weak, and not able to speak much, a friend who attended him in his illness said, "Is this the present language of your heart, and do you now feel as you then did ?" he replied, "Yes." When the friend repeated, "Bold I approach th' eternal throne, And claim the crown through Christ my own," and added, " 'Tis enough. He, our precious Emanuel has purchased, has promised all;" he earnestly replied, "He is all, He is all," and then said, "I will go. Soon after to Miss Wesley, who sat by his bed-side, he said, "Sally, have you zeal for God now?" On her replying, "I wish to love him better, that I may have more," he said, "Do you continue to rise early?" After this the fever was very high, and at times affected his head but even then, though his head was subject to a temporary derangement, his heart seemed wholly engaged in his Master's work. In the evening he got up again, and while sitting in his chair, he said, "How necessary it is for every one to be on the right foundation "I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me!" ners am; but Jesus died for me." The sentiment here expressed, and his reference to it in his last sickness, plain. ly shows how steadily he had persevered in the same views of the Gospel, with which he set out to preach it. We must be justified by faith, and then go on to sanctification. Monday the 28th, his weakness increasing apace, and his friends being greatly alarmed, Dr. Whitehead was desirous they should call in another Physician; but when Mr. Bradford mentioned this to Mr. Wesley, he absolutely refused, saying, "Dr. Whitehead knows my constitution better than any one; I am perfectly satisfied, and will not have any one else. He slept most of the day, and spoke but little; yet that little testified how much his whole heart was taken up in the care of the churches, the glory of God, and the things pertaining to that kingdom to which he was hastening. Once in a low, but very distinct manner he said, "There is no way into the holiest but by the blood of Jesus." Had he had strength at the time, it seemed as if he would have said more. Tuesday, March 1st, after a very restless night (though when asked whether he was in pain, he generally answered, "No," and never complained through his whole illness, except once, when he said, that he felt a pain in his left breast, when he drew his breath) he began singing, "All glory to God in the sky," &c. He sang two verses and his strength failed; but after lying still awhile, he called on Mr. Bradford to give him a pen and ink: he brought them, but those active fingers which have been. the blessed instruments of conveying spiritual consolation and pleasing instruction to thousands, could no longer perform their office. Some time after, he said, "I want to write :" when one brought him a pen and ink, and put the pen into his hand, and held the paper before him, he said, "I cannot," Being asked what he would say?"Nothing," returned he, "But that God is with, us." In the forenoon, he said, “I will get up." And while his clothes were getting ready, he broke out in a manner, which considering his extreme weakness, astonished all present, in these words, I'll praise my Maker while I've breath," &c. and sang two verses, After this, when he got into his chair, he appeared to change for death; but regardless of his dying frame, he said with a weak voice, "Lord, thou givest strength to those that can speak, and to those that cannot. Speak, Lord, to all our hearts, and let them know that thou loosest tongues." He then sung, "To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, "Who sweetly all agree. 59 &c. Here his voice failed him, and after gasping for breath, he said, "Now we have done Let |