It has been supposed that the letter, dated May 24th, 1785, in which these words occur, was the last that Fletcher received from his old and faithful friend. We are able, however, to supply a hitherto unpublished letter four weeks later in date, which is, pretty certainly, the last of the series. As will be seen, it consists in reality of three letters, one to Mrs. Fletcher, one to her and her husband conjointly, and one to Fletcher alone. They are written, however, continuously, on one sheet of paper. The fears and forebodings to which he gives expression are familiar to all who are acquainted with the history of Methodism. It will be remembered that the question of a successor to Wesley had been mentioned several years before; Charles Wesley joining with his brother in designating Fletcher to that office, and Fletcher declining it, and urging in return that, in the event of John Wesley's decease, the leadership must naturally devolve upon Charles. The latter had now made up his mind that nothing could save the Methodist societies from falling to pieces as soon as he and his brother should be removed, events that could not be far distant.
"If you are weary of writing, I much more, who have almost lost the use of my hand and eyes. You owe _me_ no thanks for _my_ care of you. The care of all the Churches has lain upon my brother.
"We agree in our 'willingness to be hid and forgotten.' Surely I have been _thrust out_ into the harvest. If I am saved, let my memorial perish.
"When we get to the other side we shall know all; till then our life must continue a mystery.
"Your partner was certainly given to the prayers of the people; therefore he is their debtor so long as he lives.
"Don't you know poets are all envious? Yet you challenge me, who never ventured at an acrostic in all my life.
"If you saw 'Sam in the cradle,' you saw him in his best estate. One out of them has some desire of salvation, but she seeks rather than strives.
"My wife and I are quite willing 'to come and see you at Madeley,' but our way is hid. It is most probable that if we ever meet again, it should be in London or Bristol. Let us help each other by our prayers at least. You will not, I know, forget your old, useless, but still affectionate servant and friend,