ng to a common service,
or marrying meanly as my sisters have done: none of which I
like, nor do I think it possible for a woman to be happy _with a
man that is not a gentleman_, for he whose mind is virtuous is
alone of noble kind. Yet what can a woman expect but misery?
My brother Ellison wants all but riches; my brother Lambert, I
hope, has a little religion; poor brother Wright has abundance
of good-nature, and, I hope, is religious; and yet sister Hetty
is, I fear, entirely ruined, though it is not her husband's
fault.

If you would be so good as to let me hear from you, you would
add much to my satisfaction. But nothing can make me more than
I am already, dear brother, your sincere friend and loving
sister
Martha Wesley.

P.S.--I hope you will be so kind as to pardon the many faults in
my letter. You must not expect I can write like sister Emily or
sister Hetty. I hope, too, that when I have the pleasure of
seeing you at Wroote you will set me some more copies, that I
may not write so miserably.

From Samuel Wesley to his son John

Wroote, March 21, 1726.

Dear Mr. Fellow-Elect of Lincoln,--I have done more than I could
for you. On your waiting on Dr. Morley with this he will pay
you 12 pounds. You are inexpressibly obliged to that generous
man. We are all as well as can be expected. Your loving
father,
Samuel Wesley.

From the same to the same

Wroote, April I, 1726.

Dear son John,--I had both yours since the election. The last
12 pounds pinched me so hard that I am forced to beg time of
your brother Sam till after harvest to pay him the 10 pounds
that you say he lent you. Nor shall I have so much as that
(perhaps not 5 pounds) to keep my family till after harvest; and
I do not expect that I shall be able to do anything for Charles
when he goes to the University. What will be my own fate before
the summer is over God only knows. _Sed passi graviora_.
Wherever I am, my Jack is Fellow of Lincoln. All at present
from your loving father,
Samuel Wesley.

From John Wesley to his brother Samuel

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