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<h2>CHAPTER XXIV.</h2> <div class="blockquot"><p>Another peep into the Magic Mirror.—A pretty picture.—At Epworth.—Mr. Wesley is very unkindly treated.—All for the best.—The curate is "done."—A happy ending to a bad beginning.—"Good-bye, Epworth."</p> </div> <div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/cap-s.png" width-obs="98" height-obs="100" alt="S" title="" /></div> <div class='unindent'><br/>HALL we have another peep into the Magic Mirror? See that pretty country church, with the square tower. There are some big trees near, looking as if they were tall giants keeping guard; they have no leaves on them yet, and their bare arms stretch out a long way as if they were trying to reach the church.</div> <p>If you look carefully you will see buds coming out on the trees, baby buds they are, waiting for the sun's kisses. Then they will burst out and grow into great leaves that will cover up the naked old trees. Ivy climbs up the church wall. I see its dark glossy leaves, for the ivy is evergreen.</p> <p>There are many graves in the churchyard, but you can hardly see them because people are sitting on them; such a number of people, hundreds more than<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</SPAN></span> could ever have got into the church. They are all looking one way, and seem to be listening very attentively. What are they looking at? They are looking at a gentleman who is standing all alone on a big flat tombstone near the church wall. He wears a gown and white bands like a clergyman, and he has long hair brushed very smoothly, and a beautiful, happy face.</p> <p>Dear me! did I hear a crash then? And did I hear a hundred young voices shouting: "I know who it is, it's Mr. John Wesley"? Why, you must have broken the mirror with your shouts. You are right, dears, but you shouted rather too soon. I wanted to read what it said on the tombstone on which Mr. Wesley was standing. But, never mind, I think I saw some of the words:</p> <div class='center'> "<span class="smcap">Sacred To the Memory of</span><br/> SAMUEL WESLEY,<br/> <span class="smcap">For Thirty-eight years Rector of Epworth</span>."<br/></div> <div class='unindent'>Yes, it was his father's grave on which John Wesley was standing.</div> <p>On his way back from one of his visits to Newcastle he thought he would like to see his dear old home once more. It was a long, long time since he had been there, and he was not quite sure whether the people would have anything to do with him now, for, as leader of the Methodists, he had many enemies.</p> <p>It was Saturday evening in early spring, when he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</SPAN></span> got to the little inn, in the long straggling street that was called Epworth village. He had not been there very long before three or four poor women found him out, one of them an old servant of his mother's.</p> <p>Next morning, which was Sunday, he went to the curate of the church and politely offered to help him with the service. The curate, I am sorry to say, was very rude, and refused to let Mr. Wesley take any part in the service or to preach in the church at all.</p> <p>This was a great disappointment, for Mr. Wesley loved the people of Epworth, and every stone in the old church was dear to him. His father had preached from that pulpit for nearly forty years, and he himself had stood there more times than he could count, and it was very hard that he was forbidden to take his place there now.</p> <p>The people were longing to hear him, and when the afternoon service was over, and all the folks were leaving the church, one of his friends stood in the churchyard and gave out this notice:</p> <div class='center'> "<span class="smcap">Mr. Wesley, not being allowed to Preach</span><br/> <span class="smcap">in the Church, intends to Preach here at</span><br/> <span class="smcap">six o'clock this evening.</span>"<br/></div> <p>It was this picture of Mr. Wesley preaching that the Magic Mirror showed us. I expect the curate was very angry at being so "done;" but he could not stop Mr. Wesley preaching <i>outside</i> the church.</p> <p>For a whole week John Wesley preached every<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</SPAN></span> evening from his father's tombstone. Crowds came to hear him, and hundreds were converted and turned from their evil ways. They saw how sinful they had been and prayed aloud for forgiveness. Drunkards became sober men, and those who cursed and swore were turned into peace-makers.</p> <p>So dear old Mr. Wesley's prayers were answered, and the people who had treated him so unkindly, and whom he had forgiven and loved, now took his Saviour to be their Saviour, and his God to be their God.</p> <p>Indeed Mr. Wesley's visit to his old home, that began so unpleasantly, ended very happily, and when his last evening came, both he and his dear people found it hard to say "Good-bye."</p> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-122.png" width-obs="112" height-obs="130" alt="Dogwood" title="" /></div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</SPAN></span></p> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-053.png" width-obs="540" height-obs="167" alt="Decoration" title="" /></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />

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