Wesley Corpus

To 1776

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typejournal
YearNone
Passage IDjw-journal-1773-to-1776-054
Words392
Catholic Spirit Universal Redemption Assurance
On Saturday, I sat up all day, and walked across the room many times, without any weariness; on Sunday, I came down stairs, and sat several hours in the parlour; on Monday, I walked out before the house; on Tuesday, I took an airing in the chaise; and on Wednesday, trusting in God, to the astonishment of my friends, I set out for Dublin. I did not determine how far to go that day, not knowing how my strength would hold. But finding myself no worse at Bannbridge, I ventured to Newry; and, after travelling thirty (English) miles, I was stronger than in the morning. Thur. 29.--I went on to the Man-of-war, forty (Irish) miles from the Globe, at Newry. Friday, 30. We met Mr. Simpson, (with several other friends,) coming to meet us at Drogheda; who took us to his country seat at James-Town, about two miles from Dublin. Tues. JULY 4.--Finding myself a little stronger, I preached for the first time; and I believe most could hear. I preached 50 REv. J. WESLEY’s [Aug. 1775. on Thursday again; and my voice was clear, though weak. So on Sunday I ventured to preach twice, and found no weariness at all. Monday, 10. I began my regular course of preaching, morning and evening. While I was in Dublin, I read two extraordinary books, but of very different kinds;--Mr. Sheridan’s “Lectures on Elocu tion,” and “The Life of Count Marsay;” and was disappointed in both. There is more matter in the penny tract, “On Ac tion and Utterance,” abundantly more, than in all Mr. S.'s book; though he seems to think himself a mere Phenix. Count Marsay was doubtless a pious man, but a thorough enthusiast; guided, in all his steps, not by the written word, but by his own imagination; which he calls the Spirit. Sun. 23.--I again assisted at St. Patrick’s in delivering the elements of the Lord's Supper. In the evening I embarked in the Nonpareil; and, about ten on Tuesday morning, landed at Park-Gate. Wednesday, 26. I found one relic of my illness, --my hand shook, so that I could hardly write my name. But after I had been well electrified, by driving four or five hours, over very rugged, broken pavement, my complaint was removed, and my hand was as steady as when I was ten years old.