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“I would express him simple, grave, sincere ;
It is hardly necessary to make another separate article by considering Mr. Winter, fourthly, as an AUTHOR.
He published no work of any extent, and what he furnished the public, does not rise above mediocrity. It consisted principally of sermons, all of which were funeral.
The first of these was on the death of Mr. Joseph Shipman, one of the students formerly expelled from Edmund-hall, Oxford, and whose case excited so much attention.
This was preached at Upton upon
Severn and is dedicated to Sir. Charles Middleton, now Lord Baram.
The second was on the anniversary of the death of Mr. Whitefield. This was preached at Glocester, and is dedicated to the poor belonging to the tabernacles at London and Bristol. As this dedication is very characteristi
cal of the man, I cannot forbear inserting a
part of it.
« MY DEAR FRIENDS,
“ The following sermon does not make its appearance in the world for any imagined excellency I conceive there is in it; my only design is to answer the title, and by an honorable, though short mention, of one of the best friends I ever had, to testify to the cburch and to the world the obligations 1 am bound in gratitude to think myself under to Mr. Whitefield ; and I must take the same occasion to intimate, that throughout the connexion I had the honor of, with that great man, I did not seek to serve myself more than to be serviceable. When I first thought of making this discourse public, I intended to dedicate it to a person of distinction, whom I count worthy of double honor, till I was struck with the observation of the wise man, viz. “ The rich have many friends; and as dedications intend nothing more than tokens of our respect, to whom should I shew them more readily upon such an occasion than to those who have the preference of the best of blessings, I mean the gospel, whereby to be made rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom
the Lord hath promised ? Your's then, my dear brethren, is this sermon, whose servant he was, for Christ's sake, whose memory occasioned it.
- For some time I was a laborer among you; many of you knew my original, and, boasting excluded; it is a satisfaction to me, that I can review what manner of entering in I had unto you, and the whole of my behavior while among you; that touching my moral conduct, herein I exercised myself always to have a conscience void of offence. -When I reflect upon my past labors, they are a sufficient cause of humiliation, and yet I am a wonder to myself, when I consider how destitute of every necessary acquirement I at first made my appearance, and what incessant interruptions I met with.
A growing acquaintance with myself made me conscious of my inability to be so beneficial to you as I desired, therefore, intirely at my own repeated request, Mr. Whitefield took me into America, where I thought I might be useful in a sphere that nobody would envy me; and where, free from all the trials attend. ing a more popular life, I might glorify God, and be serviceable to the most oppressed and afflicted part of my fellow creatures. During
my state of trial in this humble situation, my habitation was a beth-el, my soul was possessed with the peace that passeth all understanding; my black charge was dear to me, and I much desired the time when I should be in a capacity to serve them according to my utmost wishes, and for ever retreat from a world of vanity. This happiness I am obliged to say the B-p of L-n, most unkindly and most ungenerously deprived me of, though I sought it at the hazard of my life. And no sooner did I meet with his unkind treatment, than by an instance from another quarter, which I desire to bury in eternal silence, I was taught to cease from man, whose breath is in his nostrils. .“ You my brethren, at Bristol, know how pressingly and at what a critical juncture I was brought into your service, in which I still consider myself engaged, though less frequent, than formerly; owing to the observance of a piece of wholesome advice, dear Mr. Whitefield often gave me, viz. · Be servant like, but not servile.' And blessed be the Lord, I find there are doors enough open to me, quite beyond my expectation'; my feet have been set in a large place ; the poor are the subjects of my itinerant ministry, and I can say, as the result of my strongest affection for them, I am willing to spend and be spent for them, not doubting, but when I can do no more, the Lord will take care of my feeble remains.
“ Perhaps the persons into whose hands these papers may fall, require a word of consolation as well as instruction. You are poor, and your situation exposes you to many and great trials; it may be, you find them a sore burthen, apparently too heavy for you to bear. Be it so, you have these considerations to comfort yourselves with ; first, they are ordered by the Lord. He is privy to, and designs some salutary end by them. We are poor disordered creatures, he is the physician, and knoweth that we have need of all these things. The medicine may operate severely, but the several ingredients in it will work together for good; and however they may put you to pain for the present, they will be matter of praise hereafter. God Almighty doth not afflict willingly, nor grieve the children of men ; there is necessity for all that he doeth, and the necessity is on our part; when he shall be visibly glorified by the several dispensations of his providence, your profiting will appear