The history of Methodism . had committed unforgivable blasphemy until God spokethe word of peace to him through Haime. SamsonStaniforth, living a reckless life, says he was knockeddown like an ox by kind words spoken to him byBond, and could only cry, God be merciful to me asinner. Bond had only a piece of a Bible, which hegave his companion. Haime says that he and his friendswere speckled birds. A day of trial was to show if theywere good soldiers of Jesus Christ. On May Day, 1745, the terrible battle of Fontenoy wasfought, and the eyes of all were on the Methodists. Theday before Staniforth
The history of Methodism . had committed unforgivable blasphemy until God spokethe word of peace to him through Haime. SamsonStaniforth, living a reckless life, says he was knockeddown like an ox by kind words spoken to him byBond, and could only cry, God be merciful to me asinner. Bond had only a piece of a Bible, which hegave his companion. Haime says that he and his friendswere speckled birds. A day of trial was to show if theywere good soldiers of Jesus Christ. On May Day, 1745, the terrible battle of Fontenoy wasfought, and the eyes of all were on the Methodists. Theday before Staniforth prayed for deliverance from all fear;his cry was heard, and he returned to the ranks full of joy inthe Holy Ghost. That night he and Bond lay side by side 530 British Methodism and talked of God. A vivid picture of the morrows battleis given by John Haime : Indeed, wrote he, this day God was pleased to proveour little flock, and to show them his mighty power. Theyshowed such courage in the fight as amazed officers and sol-. BH HbMMP DRAWN BY J. D. WOODWARO. 1HK TOWN HALL, of the preaching places of John Haime. FROM A PRINT. diers. When wounded some cried out, I am going to myBeloved! Others, Come, Lord Jesus, come William Clements had his arm broken by a musketball they would have carried him out of the battle. But hesaid, No; I have an arm left to hold my sword; I will not These Methodists Die Well 531 go yet. When a second shot broke his other arm he said. 1 am as happy as I can be out of paradise. John Evans,having both his legs taken off by a cannon ball, was laidacross a cannon to die: where, as long as he could speak, hewas praising God with joyful lips. For my own part, I stood the hottest fire of the enemyfor about seven hours. But I told my comrades, The Frenchhave no ball made that will kill me this day. After aboutseven hours a cannon ball killed my horse under me. Anofficer cried out aloud, Haime, where is your God now? Ianswered, Sir, he is
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