o short.
For this I cannot blame him, for I know he is
about his Heavenly Father's business.

"But, dear Charles, I do so want one of you, for I
feel weak as a little child. I do pray that God
will bless you both in your work, and keep you
from harm; and that He will give you strength and
courage to preach the true Gospel of Jesus Christ.

"This is the hearty prayer of, dear Charles,

"Your loving mother,
"SUSANNA WESLEY."

Is not that a loving letter? No wonder Mr. Charles prized it very much.
Little folks generally take care of all the letters they get. I know I
did when I was a little girl, indeed I have some of them now. Grown-up
people usually tear theirs up, they get so many. But this letter that
Mr. Charles had from his dear old mother was too precious to be so
treated; he took great care of it, and after his death it was found
among his papers.

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CHAPTER XX.

A very old school.--The first Methodist
Chapel.--Well done, Bristol!--Empty purses.--How
they were filled.--The penny-a-week rule.

YOU remember the school at Kingswood, that the colliers collected the
money for and started? Although it is one hundred and fifty years ago
since it was opened, there has been a school at Kingswood ever since,
and it is the very oldest thing we have in connection with Methodism.

If you will listen at chapel some time--in October I think it generally
is--you will hear the minister say: "Collections will be taken to-day,
morning and evening, on behalf of the Kingswood Schools." When you hear
this will you just think, that the money you give is for the same school
that was started by those good-hearted colliers near Bristol, more than
one hundred and fifty years ago.

Now I must tell you of the very first Methodist Chapel that was ever
built; for this, too, we have to thank the Bristol people. Having heard
about Jesus Christ themselves, they were eager for their friends and
neighbours to hear about Him too. They worked very hard, and were so
much in earnest inviting people to come to the services, that at last
the room where they held their meeting got far too small for all the
people who wanted to come. It was only a tumble-down sort of place, and
they were afraid the floor migh