ever been touched, there it was, still in ruins.

One day in this year, 1739, while Mr. Wesley was in London, two
gentlemen came and asked him if he would preach in this old tumble-down
place. He consented, and one dreary November morning at eight o'clock,
before the grey clouds of night had fled, he preached to about six
thousand people in the old King's Foundry.

The following week many of those who had listened to him, came and
begged him to buy the old place for a meeting-house. After thinking and
praying about the matter he consented, and before very long the roof was
mended, galleries were made, and the first Methodist preaching-place in
London was ready for use.

Class-rooms and a school-room were afterwards built, and a house fitted
up where Mr. Wesley and his mother could live. At the end of the chapel
was another house for his servants and some of his helpers. There was
also a coach-house and stable where the travelling preachers could "put
up."

Though Mr. John and Mr. Charles Wesley were so clever and worked so
hard, they could never have got on without their earnest, loving
helpers. There was Thomas Maxfield, one of those devoted, go-a-head men
of Bristol; then there was John Nelson, a stone-mason, in Yorkshire,
who, when his master wanted him to work on Sunday, refused; and, like
other Methodists, having become a Christian himself he sought to win
others for Christ.

Thomas Olivers was another. Poor Thomas, when he was a wee boy, only
four years old, both his father and his mother died, and little Tom was
left to grow up a wicked boy. He used to swear and gamble and drink,
and when he became a man was one of the worst characters in Bristol. But
he heard Mr. Whitefield preach, and from that time a change came over
him. He felt he was too great a sinner ever to be forgiven, and would
kneel down and pray for hours and hours. God saw how sorry he was for
all his wickedness, and how much he longed to be different, so He just
whispered His forgiveness, bidding him, "Go and sin no more," and Thomas
Olivers rose up a converted man, and became as brave a Christian as he
had been bold a sinner.

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CHAPTER XXII.

Billy and Polly.--A little sunbeam visits
Sandgate.--What happened at seven o'clock in the
morning.--And at five o'clock in the
evening.--"The Old, Old Story."--Newcastle wants
to know more.--But Newcastl