Wesley Corpus

26.--I came to Camelford, where the society is once more shrunk from seventy to fourteen. I preached in the market-place on, “O that thou hadst known, at least in this thy day, the things that make for thy peace l” Many were moved for the present; as they were the next day while I was applying those awful words, “The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved !” Sat. 27.--I went on to Port-Isaac, now the liveliest place in the circuit. I preached from a balcony in the middle of the town, a circumstance I could not but observe. Before I came to Port-Isaac the first time, one Richard Scantlebury invited me to lodge at his house; but when I came, seeing a large mob at my heels, he fairly shut the door upon me: Yet in this very house I now lodged; Richard Scantlebury being gone to his fathers, and the present proprietor, Richard Wood, counting it all joy to receive the servants of God. About this time I wrote to a friend as follows: “DEAR LAwRENCE, “BY a various train of providences you have been led to the very place where God intended you should be. And you have reason to praise him, that he has not suffered your labour Aug. 1768.] JOURNAL, 341 there to be in vain. In a short time, how little will it signify, whether we had lived in the Summer Islands, or beneath The rage of Arctos and eternal frost ! How soon will this dream of life be at an end | And when we are once landed in eternity, it will be all one, whether we spent our time on earth in a palace, or had not where to lay our head. “You never learned, either from my conversation, or preaching, or writings, that ‘holiness consisted in a flow of joy.’ I constantly told you quite the contrary; I told you it was love; the love of God and our neighbour; the image of God stamped on the heart; the life of God in the soul of man; the mind that was in Christ, enabling us to walk as Christ also walked. If Mr. Maxfield, or you, took it to be any thing else, it was your own fault, not mine.