<h2>CHAPTER XXI.</h2>
<div class="blockquot"><p>An explosion.—A new business at the old Foundry.—Mr. Wesley
and his mother at home.—Grand helpers.—Poor little Tom.—The
worst man in Bristol.—And one of the best.</p>
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<div class='unindent'><br/>OW old would John Wesley be in 1716, if
he was born in 1703? Thirteen, would
he not? a school-boy at the Charterhouse
School. In that year there was a terrible
explosion at a cannon foundry, where the guns were
made for war. The roof of the building was blown
off, and a great many workmen were injured and killed.</div>
<p>After this explosion, the machinery and iron were
removed to Woolwich, which, as you will learn in
your geography is still the great place for making
cannon and other weapons of war. All the years
from 1716 to 1739 the old foundry had never been
touched, there it was, still in ruins.</p>
<p>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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</SPAN></span>
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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</SPAN></span>
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.</p>
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