To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-459 |
| Words | 397 |
conceive unless he saw it, the change of her countenance,
which was horrid and dreadful, yea, diabolical, as long as the
fits were upon her, but was remarkably pretty and agreeable,
as soon as she came to herself. When old Dr. A r was asked, what her disorder was,
he answered, “It is what formerly they would have called
being bewitched.” And why should they not call it so now? Because the infidels have hooted witchcraft out of the
world; and the complaisant Christians, in large numbers,
have joined with them in the cry. I do not so much wonder
at this,--that many of these should herein talk like infidels. But I have sometimes been inclined to wonder at the pert,
saucy, indecent manner wherein some of those trample upon
men far wiser than themselves; at their speaking so dogma
tically against what not only the whole world, heathen and
Christian, believed in past ages, but thousands, learned as
well as unlearned, firmly believe at this day. I instance in
Dr. Smollett and Mr. Guthrie, whose manner of speaking
concerning witchcraft must be extremely offensive to every
sensible man, who cannot give up his Bible. Thur. 5.--I preached at six at Daw-Green, near Dewsbury. All things contributed to make it a refreshing season; the
gently-declining sun, the stillness of the evening, the beauty
of the meadows and fields, through which
The smooth clear “river drew its sinuous train; ”
the opposite hills and woods, and the earnestness of the
people, covering the top of the hill on which we stood; and,
above all, the day-spring from on high, the consolation of the
Holy One! Sat. 7-I rode to Miss Bosanquet's. Her family is still
a pattern, and a general blessing to the country. Sunday, 8. I preached at Whitechapel, Birstal, and Leeds, at each to as
many as my voice could reach. Monday, 9. About noon I
preached at Woodhouse, a village near Leeds, where a flame
is suddenly broke out. Few days pass without fresh displays
of the grace of God, converting sinners to himself; and a
spirit of childlike, simple love runs through the whole body
of the people. Tuesday, 10. I rode to Harewood, and
preached to a large congregation of the same spirit with that
at Woodhouse. Here, too, the word of God runs swiftly:
many are convinced, and many converted to God.