"
"Ah, do not say that! It was worthy of Christ. It is worthy of them.
They are not extinct. They are still preaching--on the savannas of
the southwest--on all the border-lands of civilization--among the
savages of the Pacific isles, and the barbarians of Asia and Africa;
voices crying in the wilderness, 'God so loved the world, that he gave
his only begotten Son' for its salvation. A Methodist preacher is
necessarily an evangelist. Did you ever happen to read, or to hear
Wesley's 'charge' to his preachers?"
"No, I never heard it, Miss Fontaine."
"If ta knows it, Phyllis, dearie, let him hev it. I'se warrant it'll
fit his office very well."
"Yes, I know it; I have heard it many a time from my grandfather's
lips. In his old age, when he was addressing young preachers, he never
said any thing else to them. 'Observe,' charged Wesley, 'it is not
your business to preach so many times, or to take care of this or that
society, but to save as many souls as you can.'"
"Now, then, that's enough. Phyllis, dearie, lift t' candle and both
o' you come wi' me; I've got summat to say mysen happen."
He had that happy look on his face which people wear who are conscious
of having the power to give a pleasant surprise. He led them to a large
room above those in the east wing which were specially his own.
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