To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-039 |
| Words | 395 |
Most certainly. We ought neither to add or
diminish, nor alter whatever is written in that book. “I wish, Sir, before you write concerning the Methodists
again, you would candidly read some of their writings. Common report is not a sure rule of judging: I should be
unwilling to judge of you thereby. “To sum up the matter. The whole ingredients of our
religion are, love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness,
goodness, fidelity, meekness, temperance. Against these, I
think, there is no law; and, therefore, I still apprehend they
may be tolerated, at least in a Christian country. I am, Sir,
“Your sincere well-wisher,
“JoHN WESLEY.”
Fri. 9.--I rode to Sundom, and preached in the evening;
and the next evening at Bedford. Sunday, 11. I read
Prayers and preached at Everton, both morning and afternoon. Monday, 12. I rode to Colchester; and, after spending two
or three comfortable days, on Friday, 16, went on to Bury. I would gladly have stayed a day or two here, had it been
only on account of the severity of the weather; but I had
work to do elsewhere. So I took horse soon after preaching
in the morning, Saturday, 17, though as bitter an one as
most I have known. I never before felt so piercing a wind
as that which met us in riding out of the gate at day-break. To think of looking up was a vain thing. I knew not whether
I should not lose one of my eyes. The wind affected it as if I
38 REv. J. wesDEY’s [Jan. 1761. had received a severe blow; so that I had no use of it for a
time. To mend the matter, having a very imperfect direction,
we soon got out of our way. However, we hobbled on, through
miserable roads, till about three in the afternoon we got to
Norwich.-
Sun. 18.--I met the Society in the morning, and many of
them went with me to the cathedral. At two we had the
largest congregation I ever saw at that hour. At five the
House was well filled; and just as long as I was speaking, all
were silent: But when I ceased, the floods lifted up their
voice: One would have thought Bedlam was broke loose. And thus it always is; the custom began in the reign of King
Log, and continued ever since.