And at
eight o'clock the good, great man stood up in Hatton's big barn in their
midst. And he talked heavenly to them of Christ and of the love of God
that was not willing that _any_ should perish, but that _all_ should
come to repentance. Eh, my dear, he talked till men and women were
weeping for joy and hope, and the big barn felt as if it was on fire.
And that night John Wesley sat a long while with the Master of Hatton,
and it was past midnight when they went to bed. But very early in the
morning--before cocklight it was--your great-grandfather came downstairs
to see that Wesley had a cup of tea before his early start onward. And
he found the good man had already lit a fire and infused the tea, and
then and there it was made the law of Hatton household that the fire
John Wesley kindled there must never go out, but be a sign and covenant
of good to the House of Hatton as long as there was a man in Hatton to
carry it on." As she was talking Mrs. Hatton had put her basket of herbs
on a little table, and with glowing cheeks she now bent her head and
inhaled their refreshing odors.
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