Wesley Corpus

Sat. 6.--I returned to London; and I returned just in time; for on Sunday, 7, the severe frost set in, accompanied with so deep a snow, as made even the high road impassable. For some days before the frost broke up, it was observed, by means of the thermometer, that the cold was several degrees more intense than that in the year 1741. But God then removed the cup from us, by a gentle, gradual thaw. Sun. 14.--As I was going to West-Street chapel, one of the chaise-springs suddenly snapped asunder ; but the horses instantly stopping, I stepped out without the least incon venience. At all my vacant hours in this and the following week, I endeavoured to finish the “Concise History of England.” I am sensible it must give offence, as in many parts I am quite singular; particularly with regard to those greatly injured characters, Richard III., and Mary Queen of Scots. But I must speak as I think; although still waiting for, and willing to receive, better information. 68 REv. J. W. Esley’s [March, 1776. Sun. 28.--I was desired to preach a charity sermon in All hallows church, Lombard-Street. In the year 1735, about forty years ago, I preached in this church, at the earnest request of the Churchwardens, to a numerous congregation, who came, like me, with an intent to hear Dr. Heylyn. This was the first time that, having no notes about me, I preached extempore. Wed. FEBRUARY 14.--I preached at Shoreham. How is the last become first ! No society in the county grows so fast as this, either in grace or number. The chief instrument of this glorious work is Miss Perronet, a burning and a shining light. Fri. 23-I looked over Mr. Bolt's “Considerations on the Affairs of India.” Was there ever so melancholy a picture ? How are the mighty fallen The Great Mogul, Emperor of Hindostan, one of the mightiest Potentates on earth, is become a poor, little, impotent slave to a Company of Mer chants | His large, flourishing empire is broken in pieces and covered with fraud, oppression, and misery ! And we may call the myriads that have been murdered happy, in comparison of those that still groan under the iron yoke. Wilt not thou visit for these things, O Lord? Shall the fool still say in his heart, “There is no God?” Sun.