Susanna Wesley

This is the story of Susanna Wesley, 1669-1742 Mother of Charles and John Wesley, who were founders of the Methodist Church. Susanna and her husband, Samuel, had nineteen children, ten of whom survived to adulthood. Her son Charles became a well-known hymn writer and her son John became the found of Methodism. Susanna was brought up in a Puritan home as the youngest of twenty-five children. As a teenager, she became a member of the Church of England. She became the wife of a chronically debt-ridden parish rector in an English village. She said, "I have had a large experience of what the world calls adverse fortune." Nonetheless, Susanna managed to pass down to her children Christian principles that stayed with them. This is the story of Susanna Wesley, 1669-1742 Mother of Charles and John Wesley, who were founders of the Methodist Church. Susanna and her husband, Samuel, had nineteen children, ten of whom survived to adulthood. Her son Charles became a well-known hymn writer and her son John became the found of Methodism.

Susanna was brought up in a Puritan home as the youngest of twenty-five children. As a teenager, she became a member of the Church of England. She became the wife of a chronically debt-ridden parish rector in an English village. She said, "I have had a large experience of what the world calls adverse fortune." Nonetheless, Susanna managed to pass down to her children Christian principles that stayed with them.

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72 SUSANNA WESLEY. One can imagine how rapidly the fire spread through a house built only of timber and plaster, with a thatched roof, and how difficult it was to get out with life and limb safe, without stopping for clothes or wraps. A day or two afterwards Mr. Wesley, who apparently was unaware that his wife had summoned up strength and energy to write to her eldest boy at Westminster, wrote a more detailed account to the Duke of Buckingham : " Righteous is the Lord, and just in all His judgments ! I am grieved that I must write what will, I doubt, afflict your Grace, concerning your still unfortunate servant. I think I am enough recollected to give a tolerable account of it. " On Wednesday last, at half an hour after eleven at night, in a quarter of an hour's time or less, my house at Epworth was burnt down to the ground I hope, by accident, but God knows all. We had been brewing, but had done all ; every spark of fire quenched before five o'clock that evening at least six hours before the house was on fire. Perhaps the chimney above might take fire (though it had been swept not long since) and break through into the thatch. Yet it is strange I should neither see nor smell anything of it, having been in my study in that part of the house till above half an hour after ten. Then I locked the doors of that part of the house where my wheat and other corn lay, which was threshed, and went to bed. " The servants had not been in bed a quarter of an hour when the fire began. My wife being near her time, and very weak, I lay in the next chamber. A little after eleven I heard ' Fire ! cried in the street, next to which I lay. If I had been in my own chain- '

FIRE AND PERIL. 73 ber as usual, we had all been lost. I threw myself out of bed, got on my waistcoat and nightgown, and looked out of the window; saw the reflection of the flame, but knew not where it was ; ran to my wife's chamber with one stocking on, and my breeches in my hand; would have broken open the door, which was bolted within, but could not. My two eldest children (Susanna and Emilia) were with her. They rose, and ran towards the staircase, to raise the rest of the house. Then I saw it was our own house, all in a light blaze, and nothing but a door between the flame and the staircase. " I ran back to my wife, who by this time had got out of bed naked and opened the door. I bade her fly for her life. We had a little silver and some gold about 20. She would have stayed for it, but I pushed her out ; got her and my two eldest children down-stairs (where two of the servants were now got) and asked for the keys. They knew nothing of them. I ran up-stairs and found them, came down and opened the street door. The thatch was fallen in all on fire. The north-east wind drove all the sheets of flame in my face, as if reverberated in a lamp. I got twice on the steps, and was drove down again. I ran to the garden door and opened it. The fire was there more moderate. I bade them all follow but found only two with me, and the maid with another (Charles) in her arms that cannot go, but all naked. I ran with them to my house of office in the garden, out of the reach of the flames; put the least in the other's lap; and, not finding my wife follow me, ran back into the house to seek her. The servants and two of the children were got out at the window. In the kitchen I found my eldest daughter, naked,

72 SUSANNA WESLEY.<br />

One can imagine how rapidly the fire spread through<br />

a house built only of timber and plaster, with a thatched<br />

roof, and how difficult it was to get out with life and<br />

limb safe, without stopping for clothes or wraps. A<br />

day or two afterwards Mr. <strong>Wesley</strong>, who apparently was<br />

unaware that his wife had summoned up strength and<br />

energy to write to her eldest boy at Westminster,<br />

wrote a more detailed account to the Duke of Buckingham<br />

:<br />

" Righteous<br />

is the Lord, and just in all His judgments<br />

! I am grieved that I must write what will,<br />

I doubt, afflict your Grace, concerning your still<br />

unfortunate servant.<br />

I think I am enough recollected<br />

to give a tolerable account of it.<br />

" On Wednesday last, at half an hour after eleven<br />

at night, in a quarter of an hour's time or less, my<br />

house at Epworth was burnt down to the ground<br />

I hope, by accident, but God knows all. We had<br />

been brewing, but had done all ; every spark of fire<br />

quenched before five o'clock that evening at least<br />

six hours before the house was on fire. Perhaps the<br />

chimney above might take fire (though<br />

it had been<br />

swept not long since) and break through into the<br />

thatch. Yet it is strange I should neither see nor<br />

smell anything of it, having been in my study in that<br />

part of the house till above half an hour after ten.<br />

Then I locked the doors of that part of the house<br />

where my wheat and other corn lay, which was<br />

threshed, and went to bed.<br />

" The servants had not been in bed a quarter of an<br />

hour when the fire began. My wife being near her<br />

time, and very weak, I lay in the next chamber. A<br />

little after eleven I heard ' Fire ! cried in the street,<br />

next to which I lay. If I had been in my own chain-<br />

'

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