<h2>CHAPTER XII.</h2>
<div class="blockquot"><p>Proud children.—Edie.—Boys in Georgia.—John and Charles
Wesley in the wrong.—Signal failure.—Disappointment.—Return to
England.—Mr. Wesley finds out something on the voyage home.—An
acrostic.</p>
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<div class='unindent'><br/> WONDER if my readers know any boys
or girls who sneer and look down upon
their school companions because they are
not so well dressed as themselves? It
is a cruel, unkind, un-Christ-like thing to do.</div>
<p>I remember seeing a little girl, and it was in
a Sunday School too, who had on a new summer frock
and a new summer hat; and oh! Edie did think she
looked nice. She kept smoothing her frock down
and looking at it, and then tossing her head. By her
side sat a sweet-faced little girl about a year younger
than Edie. Annie's dress was of print and quite
plainly made, but very clean and tidy. After
admiring herself a little while, Edie turned to Annie
and thinking, I suppose, that she might be wearing<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</SPAN></span>
a pinafore, and have a frock underneath, she rudely
lifted it up, and finding it really was her dress, she
turned away with a very ugly, disgusted look on
her face, and said, scornfully "What a frock!"
Proud, thoughtless boys and girls never know the
hurts they give, and the harm they do.</p>
<p>The boys in Georgia were no better than some
boys in England. At a school where one of the
Methodists taught there were some poor boys
who wore neither shoes nor stockings, and their
companions who were better off taunted them and
made their lives miserable. Their teacher did not
know what to do, and asked Mr. Wesley for advice.
"I'll tell you what we'll do," he said; "we'll change
schools"—Mr. Wesley taught a school too—"and I'll
see if I can cure them."</p>
<p>So the two gentlemen changed schools, and when
the boys came the next morning they found they had
a new teacher, and this new teacher, to their astonishment,
wore neither shoes nor stockings. You can
imagine how the boys stared; but Mr. Wesley said
nothing, just kept them to their lessons. This went
on for a week, and at the end of that time the boys
were cured of their pride and vanity.</p>
<p>Though Mr. John and Mr. Charles Wesley were
so good, they were not perfect. They said and did
many unwise things, and only saw their mistake
when it was too late. One thing was they expected
the people to lead the same strict lives they did, and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</SPAN></span>
to believe everything they believed. This, of course,
the people of Georgia would not do, they thought
their ways were just as good as Mr. Wesley's, and
I dare say in some things they were. Instead of
trying to persuade them and explaining why one way
was better than another, Mr. Wesley told them they
<i>must</i> do this, and they mustn't do that, until at last
they got to dislike him very much. One woman got
so angry that she knocked him down.</p>
<p>I am sure you will all feel very sorry when you
read this, for Mr. Wesley was working very hard
amongst them, and thought he was doing what was
right. Mr. Charles did not get on any better at
Frederica, where he had gone to work and preach.
Like his brother, he was very strict and expected too
much from the people. He tried and tried, not
seeing where he was to blame, and at last wearied
and disappointed he returned to England.</p>
<p>After he had gone, Mr. John took his place at
Frederica, hoping to get on better than he had done
at Savannah. It was of no use; he stayed for twelve
weeks, but things only seemed to get worse and
worse. At last he had to give up and go back to
Savannah. Things, however, were no better there,
and before long he too began to see that his mission
had been a failure, and he returned to England
a sadder and a wiser man.</p>
<p>In spite of all their mistakes Mr. John and his
brother must have done some good in Georgia, for<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</SPAN></span>
the missionary who went after them wrote and said:
"Mr. Wesley has done much good here, his name
is very dear to many of the people." It must have
made the brothers glad to read this, for it is hard
when you have been doing what you thought was
right, and then find it was all wrong.</p>
<p>On his return voyage to England Mr. Wesley had
time to think about all the things that happened in
Georgia. He was feeling dreadfully disappointed
and discouraged; he had given up everything at
home on purpose to do good to the people out there.
He had meant to convert the Indians and comfort
and help the Christian exiles, and he was coming
back not having done either. Poor Mr. Wesley!
And the worst of it was, the more he thought about
it all, the more he began to see that the fault was his
own.</p>
<p>There was another thing he discovered about himself
on that voyage home. They encountered a fearful
storm, when every one expected to be drowned.
During those awful hours Mr. Wesley found out,
almost to his own surprise, that the very thought
of death was a terror to him. He knew then that
there was something wrong, for no Christian ought to
fear to die. So Mr. Wesley went down on his knees
and told God how wrong he had been, that he had
thought too much of his own opinions and trusted
too much in himself. He asked God to give him
more faith, more peace, more love.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>He was always glad afterwards that he had gone
to Georgia, and thanked God for taking him into that
strange land, for his failure there had humbled him
and shown him his weakness and his failings.</p>
<p>It is a grand thing when we get to know ourselves.
Let us be always on the look-out for our own faults,
and when we see them, fight them.</p>
<p>I would like to close this chapter with an acrostic
I once heard on the word "Faith." It is a thing little
folks, yes, and big folks often find hard to understand,
perhaps this may help you.</p>
<p>What is Faith?</p>
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<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Faith">
<tr><td align='center'>F</td><td align='left'>ull</td></tr>
<tr><td align='center'>A</td><td align='left'>ssurance (confidence, having no doubt)</td></tr>
<tr><td align='center'>I</td><td align='left'>n</td></tr>
<tr><td align='center'>T</td><td align='left'>rusting</td></tr>
<tr><td align='center'>H</td><td align='left'>im (Jesus).</td></tr>
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