To 1776
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1773-to-1776-045 |
| Words | 398 |
Rutty, just tot
tering over the grave; but still clear in his understanding, full
of faith and love, and patiently waiting till his change should
come. Afterwards I waited on Lady Moira; and was surprised
42 REv. J. WESLEY’s [April, 1775. to observe, though not a more grand, yet a far more elegant
room, than any I ever saw in England. It was an octagon,
about twenty feet square, and fifteen or sixteen high; having
one window, (the sides of it inlaid throughout with mother
of-pearl,) reaching from the top of the room to the bottom. The ceiling, sides, and furniture of the room, were equally
elegant. And must this too pass away like a dream
Sun. 9.--The good old Dean of St. Patrick's desired me to
come within the rails, and assist him at the Lord's Supper. This also was a means of removing much prejudice from those
who were zealous for the Church. Monday, 10. Leaving just
four hundred members in the society, I began my tour through
the kingdom. I preached at Edinderry in the evening; on
Tuesday and Wednesday, at Tyrrel’s Pass. Thursday, 13. Sending my chaise straight to Athlone, I rode to Mullingar;
and thence, through miserable roads, to Longford. A large
number of people attended the preaching, both in the evening
and at eight in the morning, being Good-Friday. But I found
very little of the spirit which was here two years ago. About
eleven I preached at Loughan, and in the evening at Athlone. On Easter-Day I would willingly have preached abroad; but
the weather would not permit. Monday, 17. I preached at
Aghrim ; and Tuesday-noon, at Eyre-Court. Afterwards I
was desired to walk down to Lord Eyre's. I was a little
surprised at the inscription over the door, “Welcome to the
house of liberty.” Does it mean liberty from sin? It is a noble old house. The staircase is grand; and so
are two or three of the rooms. In the rest of the house, as
well as in the ruinous outhouses, gardens, and fish-ponds, the
owner seemed to say to every beholder, “All this profiteth
me nothing !”
I preached in the evening at Birr, with a good hope that
God would at length revive his work. Wed. 19.--About noon I preached in the market-place at
Clara. It was the market-day; but that did not lessen the
congregation.