<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2>
<div class="blockquot"><p>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."</p>
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<div class='unindent'><br/>ILL you look on your map of England
and find London? Now find Oxford.
The two places are a long way apart, are
they not?</div>
<p>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.'"</p>
<p>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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</SPAN></span>
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.</p>
<p>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 God, prepare me for Thy coming." But God 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.</p>
<p>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
God meant us to take all the food necessary to
support our bodies.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</SPAN></span>
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 God 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 <i>before men;</i>" our light
should be where <i>everybody</i> can see it. I am sure old
Mr. Wesley was right.</p>
<p>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.</p>
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