The history of Methodism . that politics were beyond hisprovince, but he uses the privilege of an Englishman tospeak his naked thoughts. I have no bias, one way or theother. I have no interest depending. I want no mansfavor, having no hopes, no fears, from any man. We mayquestion if Wesley were unbiased, but of his disinterested-ness there can be no doubt. He defends the character of theking, though later we find him opposed to his Americanpolicy. He sees that the rule of King Wilkes means therule of King Mob. Wesleys pamphlet was published in1768. Next year the celebrated Letters of Junius ap
The history of Methodism . that politics were beyond hisprovince, but he uses the privilege of an Englishman tospeak his naked thoughts. I have no bias, one way or theother. I have no interest depending. I want no mansfavor, having no hopes, no fears, from any man. We mayquestion if Wesley were unbiased, but of his disinterested-ness there can be no doubt. He defends the character of theking, though later we find him opposed to his Americanpolicy. He sees that the rule of King Wilkes means therule of King Mob. Wesleys pamphlet was published in1768. Next year the celebrated Letters of Junius ap-peared in the Public Advertiser, and political excitementrose to fever heat. The attempt to tax the Americancolonies by the notorious Stamp Act—an infringement ofthe principle no taxation without representation —and theimposition of other obnoxious duties after its enforced repeal,was producing the ferment which resulted in the AmericanWar of Independence. On this topic we shall find Wesleywriting: a trenchant t LOOK, UPON ALL THE WORLD AS MY PARISH CHAPTER LXXXVI Wesleys Conflict with Antinomian Heresy A Comfortable Pain.—A Premature Epitaph.—The Worst ofAll Heresies.— Wholesome Words on Unwholesome Theo-ries.—Disowned Fanatics. -The Consolations of Friendship.—Blackwell, the Banker. I PREACHED at Portarlington, though I was extremelyill, and it was a pain to me to speak; but it was a com-fortable pain. I could from my heart praise God for hisfatherly visitation, wrote Wesley in 1752. In Lancashire,some weeks befoi-e, after an exhausting day, he had slept ina cellar, and wrote : My bed was considerably . The closeness was more troublesome at first than thecoolness, but I let in a little fresh air by breaking a pane ofpaper (put by way of glass) in the window, and then sleptsound till morning. Then we find him visiting the sick in cells underground, others in their garrets, half starved withcold and hunger. On a bitter November day in 1753
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