To 1776
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1773-to-1776-085 |
| Words | 399 |
24.--I went on to Scarborough. I think the preaching
house here is the most elegant of any square Room which we
have in England; and we had as elegant a congregation: But
they were as attentive as if they had been Kingswood colliers. Tues. 25.--I visited a poor backslider, who has given great
occasion to the enemy to blaspheme. Some time since, he
felt a pain in the soles of his feet, then in his legs, his knees,
his thighs. Now it has reached his stomach, and begins to
affect his head. No medicines have availed at all. I fear he
has sinned a sin unto death; a sin which God has determined
to punish by death. Fri. 28.--I am seventy-three years old, and far abler to
preach than I was at three-and-twenty. What natural means
has God used to produce so wonderful an effect? 1. Continual
exercise and change of air, by travelling above four thousand
miles in a year: 2. Constant rising at four: 3. The ability, if
ever I want, to sleep immediately: 4. The never losing a night's
sleep in my life: 5. Two violent fevers, and two deep consump
tions. These, it is true, were rough medicines; but they were
of admirable service; causing my flesh to come again, as the
flesh of a little child. May I add, lastly, evenness of temper? I feel and grieve; but, by the grace of God, I fret at nothing. But still “the help that is done upon earth, He doeth it him
self.” And this he doeth in answer to many prayers. Mon. JULY 1.--I preached, about eleven, to a numerous and
serious congregation at Pocklington. In my way from hence
to Malton, Mr. C (a man of sense and veracity) gave me
the following account:--His grandfather, Mr. H , he said,
about twenty years ago, ploughing up a field, two or three miles
from Pocklington, turned up a large stone, under which he per
ceived there was a hollow. Digging on, he found, at a small
distance, a large, magnificent house. He cleared away the
earth; and, going into it, found many spacious rooms. The
floors of the lower story were of Mosaic work, exquisitely
wrought. Mr. C himself counted sixteen stones within
an inch square. Many flocked to see it, from various parts,
as long as it stood open: But after some days, Mr.