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CHAPTER VII.
Charlie goes to Oxford.--Won"t have his brother interfere with him.--A change in Charlie.--Somebody"s prayers.--Charlie"s chums, and how he treated them.--Dividing time.--Nickname.--A nickname honoured.
BEFORE I tell you any more about Mr. John, I am sure you would like to know how Charlie has been getting on all this long time. We left him, you remember, captain of the school at Westminster, where his eldest brother Samuel was a teacher. He was so clever and brave, and such a generous, loving-hearted boy, that he was a favourite with everybody. He stayed nine years at Westminster, and then, when he was eighteen, went to one of the colleges at Oxford. It was not the one Mr. John was at, but, being in the same town, the two brothers often saw each other.
Charlie was not a Christian, and made companions of the worldly young students who spent their time in all sorts of wrong-doings. John was very sorry for this, and spoke to him about it; but Charlie became very angry at what he called his brother"s interference, and said: "Do you want me to become a saint all at once?"
However, while Mr. John was away at home those two years helping his father, Charlie changed very much. He became steadier and more thoughtful, and even wrote to his brother, and asked for the advice he would not have before. "I don"t exactly know how or when I changed," he said in his letter; "but it was soon after you went away. It is owing, I believe, to somebody"s prayers (my mother"s most likely) that I am come to think as I do."
When boys and girls or grown-up people become Christians, those around them soon find it out. Charlie"s giddy companions soon saw something was wrong with him. He used to be lazy and shirk his studies, spending his time with them in pleasure and amus.e.m.e.nt, now he was diligent and worked hard.
The next thing they noticed was that he went to church regularly and took the Sacrament. And here I must tell you how he behaved towards these friends, and I know it will make you like Charlie more than ever.
I told you before how loving and genial he was, and now he did not at all like to give up his old chums, and yet he knew that if he meant to travel heavenwards he must have companions that were going the same way.
He longed for his friends to become Christians, and talked to them so lovingly and so wisely that before very long he got two or three of them to join him in fighting against the evils of their nature, and encouraging and seeking after everything that was good.
You have all read in your English history how good King Alfred the Great divided his time; well, Charles and his companions divided theirs in a similar way. So many hours were spent in study, so many in prayer, and so many in sleeping and eating. They made other strict rules for themselves, and lived so much by what we call "method," that at last they got to be called "Methodists."
Boys and girls are very fond of giving nicknames to their companions; sometimes it is done in fun, and then there is no harm in it,--but often spite and ill-nature suggest the nickname, then it is very wrong and very unkind.
Most of the young men at Oxford thought religion and goodness were only things to make fun of, so Charles and his friends were a b.u.t.t for their ridicule. Because they read their Bibles a great deal they called them "Bible Bigots," and "Bible Moths," and their meetings they called the "Holy Club."
But "Methodists" was the name that fastened most firmly to them, and, as you know, after all these years, this is the name we call ourselves by to-day. Just think; a nickname given to a few young men at Oxford, more than one hundred and fifty years ago, is now held in honour by hundreds of thousands of people all over the world.
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CHAPTER VIII.
The Christian band at Oxford.--How they spent their time.--Mr. John and the little ragged girl.--A very early bird.--Methodist rules, and the Methodist guide-book.
WHEN Mr. John came back to Oxford, of course he joined the Christian band, and very soon they made him their leader. He was cleverer and had more experience than the others, and they all looked up to him for help and advice. Others joined the club, and soon there were twenty-five members.
Do you remember a verse in the Bible that, speaking of Jesus, says: "He went about doing good"? Well, these young men who were taking Jesus for their copy, just did the same; all their spare time was spent in "doing good." Some of them tried to rescue their fellow-students from bad companions and get them to become Christians; others visited and helped the poor. Some taught the children in the workhouse, and some got leave to go into the prison and read to the prisoners. Very few of them were rich, but they denied themselves things they really wanted in order to buy books, and medicine for the poor. Every night they used to have a meeting to talk over what they had done, and settle their work for the next day.
Mr. John started a school for poor little children; he paid a teacher to teach them, and bought clothes for the boys and girls whose parents could not afford to buy them. Once a little girl from the school called to see Mr. John. It was a cold winter"s day, and she was very poorly clad.
"You seem half starved, dear," he said; "have you nothing to wear but that cotton frock?"
"No, sir," she answered; "this is the only frock I have."
Mr. John put his hand into his pocket, but, alas! he found no money there, it had all gone. Just then he caught sight of the pictures on the walls of his room, and he thought: "How can I allow these beautiful pictures to hang here while Christ"s poor are starving?"
We are not told, but I think we can be quite sure that the pictures were sold, and that the little girl got a warm winter"s frock.
Mr. John was just as careful of his time as his money, he never wasted a moment. He believed in the proverb you have often heard: "Early to bed and early to rise." Some people say: "Get up with the lark," but I think Mr. John was always up before that little bird even awoke. Every morning when the clock struck four he jumped out of bed, and began his work. Wasn"t that early? I wonder which of us would like to get up at that time? And he did not do this only when he was young, he did it all his life, even when he was an old, old man.
I told you these "Methodists" made rules for themselves. One of them was to set apart special days for special prayer for their friends and pupils. And another one which we all should copy was: NEVER TO SPEAK UNKINDLY OF ANY ONE. The Bible was their Guide Book, and it told them, as it will tell us, all they ought to do, and all they ought not to do.
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CHAPTER IX.
A long walk.--More persecutions.--Mr. John"s illness.--Not afraid to die.--Mrs. Wesley scolds.--Home again.--A proud father.--Mr.
Wesley"s opinion about fasting.--At Wroote once more.--Mr. Wesley"s "Good-bye."
WILL you look on your map of England and find London? Now find Oxford.
The two places are a long way apart, are they not?
Well, do you know Mr. John and Mr. Charles Wesley used often to walk all that long way to see a friend. You know there were no railways in those days, and to go by coach cost a great deal of money. This friend"s name was Mr. Law; he was a very good man, and encouraged and helped the two brothers very much. He taught them that "religion is the simplest thing in the world." He said: "It is just this, "We love Jesus, because Jesus first loved us.""
At Oxford, the Methodists were still called all sorts of names and made great fun of, not only by the idle, wicked students, but even by clever and learned men who ought to have known better. Some of their enemies said: "They only make friends with those who are as queer as themselves." But Mr. John showed them this was not true, for in every way he could he helped and showed kindness to those who said the most unkind things.
Hard work, close study, and fasting, at last made Mr. John very ill; one night he thought he was going to die. He was not at all afraid, he just prayed, "O G.o.d, prepare me for Thy coming." But G.o.d had a great deal of work for His servant to do, and did not let him die. With care and a doctor"s skill he got quite better.
Poor Mrs. Wesley was often anxious about her two Oxford sons, and once wrote them quite a scolding letter. "Unless you take more care of yourselves," she said, "you will both be ill. You ought to know better than to do as you are doing." Mrs. Wesley did not agree with them fasting so much; she believed G.o.d meant us to take all the food necessary to support our bodies.
Just about this time, Mr. Samuel--the big brother--got an appointment as master of a boys" school somewhere in the West of England; but before he went to his new place he thought he would like to go home, and see his dear father and mother.
When his brothers at Oxford heard this, they thought they would go too, so that they might all be together in the old home once more. And, oh, what a happy time they had! Mr. Wesley was getting very old, and he was so proud to have his "boys" with him again. He talked very seriously to John and Charles, and told them he did not at all approve of their way of living. He said he was sure G.o.d never meant us to fast so much as to injure our health, or to shut ourselves up and be so much alone. Jesus said: "Let your light shine _before men_;" our light should be where _everybody_ can see it. I am sure old Mr. Wesley was right.
A few months later, and the brothers were again at Wroote, standing by the bedside of their dying father. "I am very near heaven," he said, as they gathered round him, "Good-bye!" And "father" went Home.
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