To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-392 |
| Words | 399 |
Sat. 22.--I was much surprised in reading an “Essay on
Music,” wrote by one who is a thorough master of the
subject, to find that the music of the ancients was as simple
as that of the Methodists; that their music wholly consisted
of melody, or the arrangement of single notes; that what is
now called harmony, singing in parts, the whole of counter
point and fugues, is quite novel, being never known in the
world till the popedom of Leo the Tenth. He farther
observes, that as the singing different words by different
persons at the very same time necessarily prevents attention
to the sense, so it frequently destroys melody for the sake
of harmony; meantime it destroys the very end of music,
which is to affect the passions. Mon. 24.--I left Bristol, and went, by Bath and Bradford,
to Salisbury. Wednesday, 26. At one I preached in Romsey,
to a very quiet, unaffected audience; and in the evening at
Winchester, to a company of as poor people as I have seen for
many years. Thursday, 27. The scene was changed: At
Portsmouth rich and poor flocked together from all parts. Abundance of them came again at five in the morning. In
the evening the House ill contained them; and never did I
see any receive the word with greater earnestness. The next
day I returned to London. Mon. 31.--I took horse at five, and just then found that
my horse had scarce a shoe on his feet. However, I was obliged
Nov. 1768.] JOURNAL, 347
(not having a minute to spare) to ride on as far as Colney. There I procured one to shoe my horse all round, and lame
him on both his fore-feet. However, he halted on to Hockley,
where an honest and skilful smith so altered and removed
the shoes, that he did not halt any more. But by this means
we had lost so much time that the sun set before we reached
Whittlebury-Forest. We had then wonderful road; some
of the ridings (so called) being belly-deep. However, between
six and seven we came safe to Whittlebury. James Glasbrook was so wearied out, that he could scarce
stir hand or foot; so I desired him to go to rest. I was
weary enough myself, till I began to speak; but weariness
then vanished away, and we all praised God with joyful lips. Tues.