Charles Wes­ley’s Jour­nal gives ma­ny glimps­es of that try­ing year when the Young Pre­tend­er en­ered Ed­in­burgh in triumph. On Sep­tem­ber 6, he says, ‘The night we passed in pray­er. I read them my hea­vy tid­ings out of the north.’ On ‘Sun­day, Sep­tem­ber 18, the spir­it of sup­pli­ca­tion was giv­en us in the So­ci­e­ty for His Ma­jes­ty King George; and in strong faith, we asked his de­liv­er­ance from all his en­e­mies and trou­bles.’ On Sep­tem­ber 25, ‘I heard the news con­firmed, of Ed­in­burgh be­ing tak­en by the re­bels.’ Next day, ‘Tid­ings came that Gen­er­al Cope was cut off with all his ar­my.’

One who saw much of in his last months in In­dia writes, ‘On re­turn­ing from church in the morn­ing I was so ill as to be obliged to go to bed, and, with his usu­al af­fec­tion­ate con­sid­er­ation, the bi­shop came and sat the great­er part of the af­ter­noon with me. Our con­ver­sa­tion turned chief­ly on the bless­ed­ness of hea­ven, and the best means of pre­par­ing for its en­joy­ment. He re­peat­ed sev­er­al lines of an old hymn of Charles Wes­ley, which, he said, in spite of one or two ex­press­ions, he ad­mired as one of the most beau­ti­ful in our lang­uage for a rich and el­e­vat­ed tone of de­vo­tion­al feel­ing—

Head of Thy church triumphant,
We joyfully adore Thee.’