To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-426 |
| Words | 400 |
I went on to Trevecka. Here we found
a concourse of people from all parts, come to celebrate the
Countess of Huntingdon’s birth-day, and the Anniversary of
her School, which was opened on the twenty-fourth of August,
last year. I preached, in the evening, to as many as her
chapel could well contain; which is extremely neat, or rather,
elegant; as is the dining-room, the school, and all the house. About nine Howell Harris desired me to give a short exhorta
tion to his family. I did so; and then went back to my
Lady’s, and laid me down in peace. Thur. 24.--I administered the Lord's Supper to the family. At ten the Public Service began. Mr. Fletcher preached an
cxceeding lively sermon in the court, the chapel being far too
small. After him, Mr. William Williams preached in Welsh,
till between one and two o'clock. At two we dined. Mean
time, a large number of people had baskets of bread and meat
carried to them in the court. At three I took my turn there,
then Mr. Fletcher, and, about five, the congregation was
dismissed. Between seven and eight the love-feast began, at
which I believe many were comforted. In the evening several
of us retired into the neighbouring wood, which is exceeding
pleasantly laid out in walks; one of which leads to a little
mount, raised in the midst of a meadow, that commands a
delightful prospect. This is Howell Harris's work, who has
likewise greatly enlarged and beautified his house; so that,
with the gardens, orchards, walks, and pieces of water that
surround it, it is a kind of little paradise. Fri. 25.--We rode through a lovely country to Chepstow. I had designed to go straight on, but yielded to the impor
tunity of our friends to stay and preach in the evening. Meantime, I took a walk through Mr. Morris's woods. There
is scarce any thing like them in the kingdom. They stand
on the top, and down the side, of a steep mountain, hanging
in a semicircular form over the river. Through these woods
abundance of serpentine walks are cut, wherein many seats
and alcoves are placed; most of which command a surprising
prospect of rocks and fields on the other side of the river. And must all these be burned up? What will become of us
then, if we set our hearts upon them?