s the same loyal
soldier and servant of Jesus Christ that he had ever been.

Instead of going back to where she had been living, Mrs. Wesley, freed
from her fears, remained in London with her "boys," a proud and happy
mother. She joined the Society in Fetter Lane, went every Sunday to hear
her sons preach, and helped them in every way she could. Once she stood
by Mr. Wesley's side when he preached on Kennington Common to a
congregation of about 20,000 people, and I don't know which was the
prouder, mother or son.

You remember Mr. Samuel Wesley, the eldest brother? He was one who
strongly disapproved of open-air preaching, and thought John and Charles
were very much in the wrong for not behaving like other clergymen. When
he heard that even his mother had joined the Methodists he was more
indignant than ever, and wrote her what I think was a very rude letter.

"I was very much surprised and grieved," he said, "when I heard that you
had joined the Methodists, and, indeed, become one of Jack's
congregation. My brothers are brothers to me no longer, and now, must my
mother follow too?"

It is sad to think that two weeks after Mr. Samuel wrote this he was
taken ill and died in a few hours. He was a clever and a sensible man,
but he did not understand, or even try to understand, the work his
brothers were doing, and, therefore, disapproved of it.

When Mr. Wesley heard the news of his brother's death he set off at
once to Bristol to Mr. Charles, and together they went to Tiverton to
comfort and help their sister-in-law. They forgot all the unkind things
their brother had said against them, and only thought how they could
best show their love and sympathy to those that were left.

Poor Mrs. Wesley was very ill when she heard the sad news. She had
always dearly-loved her eldest child, and his death was a great sorrow.
But she said: "It is God's will, therefore it is all right."

You can tell what a real comfort Mr. John was to her at this time, by
the letter she wrote to Charles at Bristol about a month after Mr.
Samuel's death. This is what she said:

"DEAR CHARLES,

"You cannot want to see me more than I want to see
you. Your brother Jack, whom I shall call son
Wesley, now that my dear Sam is gone home, has
just been in to see me, and has cheered me up ever
so much. Indeed, he never comes but he does me
good; his visits are all too seldom and to