Fri. 19. My brother had a second return of
his pleurisy. A few of us spent Saturday night in prayer. The next day, being
Whitsunday, after hearing Dr. Heylyn preach a truly Christian sermon (on
‘They were all filled with the Holy Ghost’—and so, said he, may all you be,
if it is not your own fault), and assisting him at the Holy Communion (his
curate being taken ill in the church), I received the surprising news that my
brother had found rest to his soul. His bodily strength returned also from that
hour. ‘Who is so great a God as our God?’
I preached at St. John’s
