To 1776
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1773-to-1776-048 |
| Words | 371 |
Wed. 17.--I examined the society at Limerick, containing
now an hundred and one persons, seven less than they were
two years ago. I a little wonder at this; considering the
scandal of the cross is well nigh ceased here, through the wise
and steady behaviour of our brethren. But they want zeal;
they are not fervent in spirit: Therefore, they cannot increase. Thur. 18.--In the evening I preached at Galway, in the
county Court-House, to a more civil and attentive congregation
than I ever saw there before. Fri. 19.--About one I preached at Ballinrobe, in the
assembly-room, and was agreeably surprised, both at the un
usual number and seriousness of the hearers. I had purposed
to go on to Castlebar, but now thought it might be worth while
to stay a little longer. In the afternoon I took a view of the
Castle. Colonel Cuffe’s father took great delight in this place,
laid out beautiful gardens, and procured trees of all sorts, from
May, 1775.] JOURNAL. 45
all parts of the kingdom. Part of these placed on the slope of
the hill, (at the side of which runs the river,) form a lovely
wilderness, at the end whereof are regular rows of elms. But
the Colonel has no pleasure therein. So all is now swiftly
running to ruin. I preached again at six, to a large congregation, and the
next evening at Castlebar. Monday, 22. I spent two or three
hours in one of the loveliest places, and with one of the love
liest families, in the kingdom. Almost all I heard put me in
mind of those beautiful lines of Prior,
The nymph did like the scene appear,
Serenely pleasant, calmly fair;
Soft fell her words, as flew the air. How willingly could I have accepted the invitation to spend a
few days here ! Nay, at present I must be about my Father's
business: But I trust to meet them in a still lovelier place. Between Limerick and Castlebar, I read over the famous
controversy between Drs. Clarke and Leibnitz. And is this
he whom the King of Prussia extols, as something more than
human? So poor a writer have I seldom read, either as to
sentiments or temper.