In South Carolina. 121 



sorrow are unknown. My body fails, my spirit ex- 

 pands; how willingly would I live forever to preach 

 Christ! but I die to be with him. How brief, compar- 

 atively brief, has been my life, compared with the vast 

 labors I see before me to be accomplished; but if I 

 leave now, while so few care about heavenly things, 

 the God of peace will surely visit you." 



Thus passed into the skies the last of the Oxford 

 Methodists who labored in Georgia and South Caro- 

 lina—being, in the estimation of Mr. Wesley, who for 

 thirty-seven years had been his frank, loving, and con- 

 fidential friend, "one of the most eminent ministers 

 that has appeared in England, or perhaps in the world, 

 during the present century." 



And is my Whitefield entered into rest, 



With sudden death, with sudden glory blest ! 



Left for a few sad moments here behind, 



I bear his image on ray faithful mind; 



To future times the fair example tell, 



Of one avIio lived, of one who died so well ; 



Pay the last office of fraternal love, 



And then embrace my happier friend above. 



(Charles Wesley.) 



