A few words will tie together the following letters or extracts from
letters. John was ordained on September 19th. A few weeks later he
preached his first sermon at South Leigh, a village near Witney and
but a few miles out of Oxford. He and Charles visited Wroote that
Christmas, and on January 11th he preached a funeral sermon at
Epworth for John Griffith, a hopeful young man, the son of one of his
father's parishioners, taking for his theme 2 Samuel xii. 23,
"But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? Can I bring him back
again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me "--a text
obvious enough. He returned for the beginning of the Oxford Lent
Term, having had no sight of Hetty. His chances of a fellowship at
Lincoln College had long been debated, and on March 17th he was
elected. Meanwhile Charles had passed out of Westminster with a
studentship to support him at Christ Church, the college his brother
was leaving.
The first letter--from Patty--bears no date, but was written from
Wroote about the time of John's ordination.
From Martha (Patty) Wesley to her brother John
Dear Brother,--I believe it is above half a year since I wrote
to you, and yet, though it is so long since, you never were so
good as to write to me again; and you have written several times
since to my sisters, but have perfectly neglected your loving
sister Martha, as if you had not known there was such a person
in the world; at which I pretended to be so angry that I
resolved I would never write to you more. Yet my anger soon
gave way to my love, as it always does whenever I chance to be
angry with you. But you only confirm me in the truth of an
observation I have since made; which is, that if ever I love any
person very well, and desire to be loved by them in return--as,
to be sure, whoever loves desires to be loved--I always meet
with unkind returns. I shall be exceedingly glad if you get the
Fellowship you stand for; which if you do, I shall hope that one
of the family besides my brother Sam will be provided for.
I believe you very well deserve to be happy, and I sincerely
wish you may be so both in this life and the next.
For my own particular I have long looked upon myself to be what
the world calls ruined--that is, I believe there will never be
any provision made for me, but when my father dies I shall have
my choice of three things--starving, going to a common service,
or marrying meanly as my sisters have done: none of which I
like, nor do I think it possible for a woman to be happy _with a
man that is not a gentleman_, for he whose mind is virtuous is
alone of noble kind. Yet what can a woman expect but misery?
My brother Ellison wants all but riches; my brother Lambert, I
hope, has a little religion; poor brother Wright has abundance
of good-nature, and, I hope, is religious; and yet sister Hetty
is, I fear, entirely ruined, though it is not her husband's
fault.
If you would be so good as to let me hear from you, you would
add much to my satisfaction. But nothing can make me more than
I am already, dear brother, your sincere friend and loving
sister
Martha Wesley.
P.S.--I hope you will be so kind as to pardon the many faults in
my letter. You must not expect I can write like sister Emily or
sister Hetty. I hope, too, that when I have the pleasure of
seeing you at Wroote you will set me some more copies, that I
may not write so miserably.
From Samuel Wesley to his son John
Wroote, March 21, 1726.
Dear Mr. Fellow-Elect of Lincoln,--I have done more than I could
for you. On your waiting on Dr. Morley with this he will pay
you 12 pounds. You are inexpressibly obliged to that generous
man. We are all as well as can be expected. Your loving
father,
Samuel Wesley.
From the same to the same
Wroote, April I, 1726.
Dear son John,--I had both yours since the election. The last
12 pounds pinched me so hard that I am forced to beg time of
your brother Sam till after harvest to pay him the 10 pounds
that you say he lent you. Nor shall I have so much as that
(perhaps not 5 pounds) to keep my family till after harvest; and
I do not expect that I shall be able to do anything for Charles
when he goes to the University. What will be my own fate before
the summer is over God only knows. _Sed passi graviora_.
Wherever I am, my Jack is Fellow of Lincoln. All at present
from your loving father,
Samuel Wesley.
From John Wesley to his brother Samuel
Lincoln College, Oxon.,
April 4, 1726.
Dear Brother,--My father very unexpectedly, a week ago, sent me
a bill on Dr. Morley for 12 pounds, which he had paid to the
Rector's use at Gainsborough; so that now all my debts are paid,
and I have still above 10 pounds remaining. If I could have
leave to stay in the country till my college allowance
commences, this money would abundantly suffice me till then.
I never knew a college besides ours whereof the members were so
perfectly well satisfied with one another, and so inoffensive to
the other part of the University. All the Fellows I have yet
seen are both well-natured and well-bred; men admirably disposed
as well to preserve peace and good neighbourhood among
themselves as to preserve it wherever else they have any
acquaintance. I am, etc.
John Wesley.
The next, addressed also to Sam, shows him making provision for
Charles's entrance at Christ Church:
My mother's reason for my cutting off my hair is because she
fancies it prejudices my health. As to my looks, it would
doubtless mend my complexion to have it off, by letting me get a
little more colour, and perhaps it might contribute to my making
a more genteel appearance. But these, till ill health is added
to them, I cannot persuade myself to be sufficient grounds for
losing two or three pounds a year. I am ill enough able to
spare them.
Mr. Sherman says there are garrets, somewhere in Peckwater, to
be let for fifty shillings a year; that there are some honest
fellows in college who would be willing to chum in one of them;
and that, could my brother but find one of these garrets, and
get acquainted with one of these honest fellows, he might
possibly prevail on him to join in taking it; and then if he
could but prevail upon some one else to give him 7 pounds a year
for his own room, he would gain almost 6 pounds a year clear, if
his rent were well paid. He appealed to me whether the proposal
was not exceedingly reasonable? But as I could not give him
such an answer as he desired, I did not choose to give him any
at all.
Leisure and I have taken leave of one another. I propose to be
busy as long as I live, if my health is so long indulged me.
In health and sickness I hope I shall ever continue with the
same sincerity, your loving brother,
John Wesley.
From Samuel Wesley to his son John
April 17, 1726.
Dear Son,--I hope Sander will be with you on Wednesday morn,
with the horses, books, bags, and this. I got your mother to
write the inclosed (for you see I can hardly scrawl), because it
was possible it might come to hand on Tuesday; but my head was
so full of cares that I forgot on Saturday last to put it into
the post-house. I shall be very glad to see you, though but for
a day, but much more for a quarter of a year. I think you will
make what haste you can. I design to be at the "Crown," in
Bawtry, on Saturday night. God bless and send you a prosperous
journey to your affectionate father,
Samuel Wesley.
The day after receiving this John and Charles set out and rode down
to Lincolnshire together.