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DELIGHTS IN OPEN-AIR WORK 313<br />

thunder out rebukes. Edinburgh had more self-respect than<br />

London.<br />

<strong>Whitefield</strong> was this same year brought into contact with the<br />

notorious Earl Eerrers, cousin of Lady Huntingdon. He was<br />

tried by his peers for the murder of his steward, Mr. Johnson.<br />

His execution was delayed from April 16th to May 5th, an<br />

interval which he spent in careless self-indulgence, and in indif-<br />

ference to all the religious solicitude shown in his behalf.<br />

Lady Huntingdon restrained him a little, and kept him from<br />

appearing utterly shameless. He twice received <strong>Whitefield</strong><br />

very politely ; but his heart was unmoved. His last words<br />

before the bolt was drawn were :<br />

' O God, forgive me all my<br />

errors ; pardon all my sins.'<br />

An unusually sad and weary tone is perceptible in nearly all<br />

<strong>Whitefield</strong>'s letters of 1761, nor did he write many. For<br />

weeks he did not preach a single sermon ; the ability to- say<br />

but a few words was gratefully received as a little reviving in<br />

his bondage. He was beginning to know what nervous dis-<br />

orders are, and was thankful when his friends were prudent,<br />

and did not press him to preach much. His prayer was for<br />

resignation, so long as the Lord Jesus enforced silence upon<br />

him. As to the cause of his weakness and sickness, he<br />

thought it was the loss of his usual voyages, which certainly<br />

had always been an acceptable cessation of the toils of preach-<br />

ing, if they often brought the quieter and less exhausting toils<br />

of writing. Thus he proceeded slowly from place to place,<br />

getting as far north as Edinburgh, where he had to say, ' Little,<br />

very little, can be expected from a dying man.' It was his old<br />

enjoyment, field-preaching, which revived him again. The<br />

open sky above his head, the expansive landscape, and the<br />

sight and sound of all nature's charms, refreshed him, as an<br />

imprisoned Indian would live a new life at the sight and touch<br />

of the prairie. ' How gladly would I bid adieu to ceiled

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