To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-235 |
| Words | 380 |
Hearing the congregation waited for me, I went to the
Town-Hall, and began without delay. About one in the
morning we had a violent storm of thunder and lightning. The house being full of dragoons, M. L. and M. D. were
constrained to lodge in the same room with our landlady,
who, being waked by the storm, and throughly terrified,
began praying aloud. M. D. laid hold on the opportunity,
to speak very closely to her. The words seemed to sink into. her heart. Who knows but they may bring forth fruit? Tues. 23.--I preached at Dunbar about noon, and in the
evening at Edinburgh. My coming was quite seasonable,
(though unexpected,) as those bad letters, published in the
name of Mr. Hervey, and reprinted here by Mr. John
Erskine, had made a great deal of noise. Wednesday, 24. I preached at four in the afternoon on the ground where we
had laid the foundation of our House. Friday, 26. About
noon I preached at Musselburgh, where are a few living
souls still. In the evening we had another blessed oppor
tunity at Edinburgh, and I took a solemn leave of the people. Yet how I should be able to ride, I knew not. At Newcastle
I had observed a small swelling, less than a pea, but in six
days it was as large as a pullet’s egg, and exceeding hard. On Thursday it broke. I feared riding would not agree
with this, especially an hard trotting horse. However,
trusting God, I set out early on Saturday morning: Before
I reached Glasgow it was much decreased, and in two or
three days more it was quite gone. If it was a boil, it was
such an one as I never heard of; for it was never sore, first
or last, nor ever gave me any pain. This evening I preached in the hall of the Hospital; the
next day, morning and afternoon, in the yard. So much of
the form of religion is here still, as is scarce to be found
in any town in England. There was once the power too. And shall it not be again? Surely the time is at hand. Mon. 29.--I rode with James Kershaw through a fruitful
country to Kilmarnock, and thence to Ayr.