To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-518 |
| Words | 391 |
Resolving not to shoot over their heads, as I
had done the day before, I spoke strongly of death and judg
ment, heaven and hell. This they seemed to comprehend;
and there was no more laughing among them, or talking with
each other; but all were quietly and deeply attentive. 460 REv. J. WESLEY’s [April, 1772. In the evening, when I began at Glasgow, the congre
gation being but small, I chose a subject fit for experienced
Christians; but soon after, a heap of fine gay people came
in: Yet I could not decently break off what I was about,
though they gaped and stared abundantly. I could only give
a short exhortation in the close, more suited to their capacity. Thursday, 23, was the fast before the Lord’s Supper. It
was kept as a Sunday; no shops open, or business done. Three Ministers came to assist Mr. Gillies, with whom I
had much conversation. They all seemed to be pious as
well as sensible men. As it rained in the evening, I
preached in the Grammar School,--a large, commodious
room. I know not that ever I spoke more plain, nor perhaps
with more effect. Fri. 24.--We had a large congregation at five; and many
of the rich and gay among them. I was aware of them now;
and they seemed to comprehend perfectly well what it is to be
“ashamed of the Gospel of Christ.” I set out at seven; in
the evening I preached at Edinburgh, on, “My son, give
me thy heart;” and after preaching in the morning, on
Saturday, 25, set out for the north. I reached Perth in the evening, and sent to the Provost to
desire the use of the Guildhall; in which I preached, Sunday,
26, in the morning, and (it being very cold) in the evening. Afterwards I accepted of the Provost's invitation to lodge at
his house; and spent an agreeable evening with him and
three Ministers, concluded with solemn prayer. Mon. 27.--I spent three or four hours in conversation
with Dr. Oswald and Mr. Fraser, two as pious and sensible
Ministers as any I know in Scotland. From Methuen we
went on to Dunkeld, once the capital of the Caledonian
kingdom; now a small town, standing on the bank of the
Tay, and at the foot of several rough, high mountains.