The illustrated history of Methodism [electronic resource]; the story of the origin and progress of the Methodist church, from its foundation by John Wesley to the present dayWritten in popular style and illustrated by more than one thousand portraits and views of persons . RKSCUK OF JOHN FROM THK BURNING RECTORY 40 The Illustrated History of Methodism broad stairs, having hold of each other,on my side there seemed as if somebodyhad emptied a bag of money at my feet;and on his, as if all the bottles under thestairs (which were many) had beendashed in a thousand pieces. We passedthrough
The illustrated history of Methodism [electronic resource]; the story of the origin and progress of the Methodist church, from its foundation by John Wesley to the present dayWritten in popular style and illustrated by more than one thousand portraits and views of persons . RKSCUK OF JOHN FROM THK BURNING RECTORY 40 The Illustrated History of Methodism broad stairs, having hold of each other,on my side there seemed as if somebodyhad emptied a bag of money at my feet;and on his, as if all the bottles under thestairs (which were many) had beendashed in a thousand pieces. We passedthrough the hall into the kitchen, andgot a candle, and went to see the children,whom we found asleep. The next night your father wouldget Mr. Hooleto lie at our house, and we dark, and at first heard several deepgroans, then knocking. He adjured itto speak if it had power, and tell himwhy it troubled his house, but no voicewas heard, but it knocked thrice he questioned it if it were Sammy,and bid it, if it were, and could notspeak, knock again, but it knocked nomore that night, which let us hope itwas not against your death. This it continued till the 28th of. THE ROOM HAUNTED BY OLD JEFFERY. all sat together till one or two oclock inthe morning, and heard the knocking asusual. Sometimes it would make a noiselike the winding up of a jack; at othertimes, as that night Mr. Hoole was withus, like a carpenter planing deals; butmost commonly it knocked thrice andstopped, and then thrice again, and somany hours together. We persuadedyour father to speak, and try if any voicewould be heard. One night about sixoclock he went into the nursery in the December, when it loudly knocked (asyour father used to do at the gate) inthe nursery, and departed. We havevarious conjectures what this may my own part, I fear nothing, nowyou are safe at London hitherto, and Ihope God will still preserve you. Thoughsometimes I am inclined to think mybrother is dead. Let me know yourthoughts
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