Wesley Corpus

About sunset it began travelling over the land, tearing up all the furze and shrubs it met. Near an hour after sunset it passed (at the rate of four or five miles an hour) across Mr. Harris's fields, in Camborne, sweeping the ground as it went, about twenty yards diameter at bottom, and broader and broader up to the clouds. It made a noise like thunder, took up eighteen stacks of corn, with a large hay-stack and the stones whereon it stood, scattered them all abroad, (but it was quite dry,) and then passed over the cliff into the sea. Sat. 20.-In the evening I took my old stand in the main street at Redruth. A multitude of people, rich and poor, Sept. 1760.] JOURNAL. 21 calmly attended. So is the roughest become one of the quietest towns in England. Sun. 21.--I preached in the same place at eight. Mr. C , of St. Cubert, preached at the church both morning and afternoon, and strongly confirmed what I had spoken. At one, the day being mild and calm, we had the largest congregation of all. But it rained all the time I was preach ing at Gwennap. We concluded the day with a love-feast, at which James Roberts, a tinner of St. Ives, related how God had dealt with his soul. He was one of the first in society in St. Ives, but soon relapsed into his old sin, drunken ness, and wallowed in it for two years, during which time he headed the mob who pulled down the preaching-house. Not long after, he was standing with his partner at Edward May's shop when the Preacher went by. His partner said, “I will tell him I am a Methodist.” “Nay,” said Edward, “your speech will bewray you.” James felt the word as a sword, thinking in himself, “So does my speech now bewray me !” He turned and hastened home, fancying he heard the devil stepping after him all the way. For forty hours he never closed his eyes, nor tasted either meat or drink.