o Kingswood; the second time,
instead of two hundred there were 2,000 eager listeners. The next time
over 4,000 came to hear; and so the numbers went on increasing until he
had a congregation of 20,000.

Once, after he had been preaching, he wrote this: "The trees and the
hedges were all in full leaf, and the sun was shining brightly. All the
people were silent and still, and God helped me to speak in such a loud
voice that everybody could hear me. All in the surrounding fields were
thousands and thousands of people, some in coaches and some on
horseback, while many had climbed up into the trees to see and hear."

As Mr. Whitefield preached, nearly all were in tears. Many of the men
had come straight from the coal-pits, and the tears that trickled down
their cheeks made little white gutters on their grimy faces. Then, in
the gathering twilight, they sang the closing hymn, and when the last
echoes died away in the deepening shadows, Mr. Whitefield felt how
solemn it all was, and he, too, could hardly keep back the tears.

Mr. Whitefield soon found there was more work at Kingswood than he could
do alone, so he wrote and asked Mr. John Wesley to come and help him.
Being very _proper_ sort of clergymen, John and Charles Wesley could not
help thinking it a dreadful, and almost a wrong thing to preach anywhere
but in a church, or, at any rate, in a room; and for some time they
could not decide what to do.

They asked the other members at Fetter Lane what they thought about it;
some said Mr. John ought to go, and some said he ought not. So at last
they decided to draw lots. You know what that is, don't you? If you look
in your Bible, in Acts i. 26, you will see that the disciples drew lots
when they wanted to make up their number to twelve, after wicked Judas
had killed himself. And in John xix. 24, you can read how the soldiers
cast lots for the coat that had belonged to Jesus, which they took away
after they had crucified Him. And in many other places in the Bible we
read about people casting lots.

So the society at Fetter Lane cast lots, and it came out that Mr. John
Wesley should go. Everybody was satisfied after this, and even Mr.
Charles, who more than any of the others had objected, now felt that it
was right. So Mr. John set off for Bristol and joined his friend.

The first Sunday he was there he heard Mr. Whitefield preach in the open
air, and this is what he wrote about it: "It seemed such a strange thing
to p