To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-429 |
| Words | 372 |
Tuesday, 5. I rode on to Plymouth-Dock, and preached on,
“Love is the bond of perfectness.” What pity that any
thing short of this should usurp the name of religion |
Last week I read over, as I rode, great part of Homer's
Odyssey. I always imagined it was, like Milton’s “Paradise
Regained,”--
The last faint effort of an expiring Musa
But how was I mistaken How far has Homer’s latter poem
the pre-eminence over the former ! It is not, indeed, without
its blemishes; among which, perhaps, one might reckon his
making Ulysses swim nine days and nine nights without suste
nance; the incredible manner of his escape from Polyphemus,
(unless the goat was as strong as an ox,) and the introducing
Minerva at every turn, without any dignus vindice nodus.*
* Difficult point, that requires a serious solution.-EDIT. Sept. 1769.] JOURNAL. 379
But his numerous beauties make large amends for these. Was
ever man so happy in his descriptions, so exact and consistent
in his characters, and so natural in telling a story? He like
wise continually inserts the finest strokes of morality; (which
I cannot find in Virgil;) on all occasions recommending the
fear of God, with justice, mercy, and truth. In this only he
is inconsistent with himself: He makes his hero say,-
Wisdom never lies;
And,
Him, on whate'er pretence, that lies can tell,
My soul abhors him as the gates of hell. Meantime, he himself, on the slightest pretence, tells deliberate
lies over and over; nay, and is highly commended for so
doing, even by the Goddess of Wisdom |
Wed. 6.--I rode to Collumpton; and on Thursday rested
at Tiverton. Friday, 8. I preached about nine at Taunton,
and then rode on to Bridgewater, where the preaching had
been discontinued for some years. It was supposed there
would be much disturbance; but there was none at all. The
very Gentry (all but two or three young women) behaved
with good sense and decency. This afternoon I went to the top of Brent-Hill: I know not,
I ever before saw such a prospect. Westward, one may see to
the mouth of the Bristol Channel; and the three other ways,
as far as the eye can reach.