To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-502 |
| Words | 400 |
Wednesday, 30. I walked over to Winchelsea, said to
have been once a large city, with abundance of trade and of
inhabitants, the sea washing the foot of the hill on which it
stands. The situation is exceeding bold, the hill being high
and steep on all sides. But the town is shrunk almost into
nothing, and the seven churches into half an one. I preached
at eleven in the new Square, to a considerable number of
serious people; and at Rye in the evening, where were many
that are “not far from the kingdom of God.” Thursday, 31. 446 Rev. J. wesLEY’s [Nov. 1771. I preached at Robertsbridge. As yet the whole town is
willing to hear: And we may hope, after the stony and the
thorny ground hearers are deducted, some will “bring forth
fruit with patience.”
Sat. NoveMBER 2.--I returned to London. Monday, 4. I went in the stage-coach to Colchester, in which I met with
two agreeable companions, whose hearts were quite open to
instruction. Tuesday, 5. In our way to Bury we called
at Felsham, near which is the seat of the late Mr. Reynolds. The house is, I think, the best contrived and the most
beautiful I ever saw. It has four fronts, and five rooms on a
floor, elegantly, though not sumptuously, furnished. At a
small distance stands a delightful grove. On every side of
this, the poor, rich man, who had no hope beyond the grave,
placed seats, to enjoy life as long as he could. But being
resolved none of his family should be “put into the ground,”
he built a structure in the midst of the grove, vaulted above
and beneath, with niches for coffins, strong enough to stand
for ages. In one of these he had soon the satisfaction of
laying the remains of his only child; and, two years after,
those of his wife. After two years more, in the year 1759,
having eat, and drank, and forgotten God, for eighty-four
years, he went himself to give an account of his stewardship. In the evening I preached at Bury; and on Wednesday, 6,
rode on, through heavy rain, to Lynn. The people “received
the word with joy;” though few, as yet, had any “root in
themselves.” Thursday, 7. I was desired by the prisoners
to give them a word of exhortation. They received it with
the utmost eagerness.