To 1776
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1773-to-1776-008 |
| Words | 399 |
Many of them
had admirable voices, and tolerable skill. I know not when I
have heard so agreeable a sound: It was indeed the voice of
melody. But we had one jarring string: A drunken gentle
man was a little noisy, till he was carried away. Wed. 30.--I went on to Congleton, where I received letters,
informing me that my presence was necessary at Bristol. So
about one I took chaise, and reached Bristol about half an hour
after one the next day. Having done my business in about
two hours, on Friday in the afternoon I reached Congleton
again; (about a hundred and forty miles from Bristol;) no
more tired (blessed be God 1) than when I left it. What a
change is in this town | The bitter enmity of the townsfolks
to the Methodists is clean forgotten. So has the steady beha
viour of the little flock turned the hearts of their opposers. APRIL 3.−(Being Easter Day.) I went on to Macclesfield,
and came just in time (so is the scene changed here also) to walk
to the old church, with the Mayor and the two Ministers. The
rain drove us into the House in the evening; that is, as many
as could squeeze in ; and we had a season of strong consola
tion, both at the preaching, and at the meeting of the society. Mon. 4.--I went on to Manchester, where the work of God
appears to be still increasing. Tuesday, 5. About noon I
preached at New-Mills, to an earnest, artless, loving people;
and in the evening, at poor, dull, dead Stockport, not without
hopes that God would raise the dead. As one means of this,
I determined to restore the morning preaching, which had
been discontinued for many years. So I walked over from
Portwood in the morning, and found the house well filled at
five o’clock. Wednesday, 6. I preached at Pendleton-pole,
two miles from Manchester, in a new chapel designed for a
Church Minister, which was filled from end to end. April, 1774.] JOURNAL. Il
Thur. 7.--I preached about noon at Northwich, now as quiet
as Manchester: And in the evening at that lovely spot, Little
Leigh. Friday, 8. I went on to Chester. Saturday, 9. I
visited our old friends at Alpraham ; many of whom are now
well nigh worn out, and just ready for the Bridegroom. Mon.