To 1776
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1773-to-1776-126 |
| Words | 400 |
The man waited a while, and then went home, leav
ing us to guide ourselves. Many rough journeys I have had ;
but such a one as this I never had before. It was one of the
darkest nights I ever saw : It blew a storm, and yet poured
down with rain. The descent, in going out of the town, was
near as steep as the ridge of a house. As soon as we had
feb. 1778.] JOURNAL. 115
passed it, the driver, being a stranger, knew not which way
to turn. Joseph Bradford, whom I had taken into the
chaise, perceiving how things were, immediately got out
and walked at the head of the horses, (who could not pos
sibly keep their eyes open, the rain so violently beating in
their faces,) through rain, wind, mud, and water; till, in
less than an hour, he brought us safe to Carborough. Wed. 21.--I went back to Shoreham. Mr. P., though in
his eighty-fifth year, is still able to go through the whole
Sunday Service. How merciful is God to the poor people
of Shoreham | And many of them are not insensible of it. Mon. FEBRUARY 2.--I had the satisfaction of spending an
hour with that real patriot, Lord What an unheard-of
thing it is, that even in a Court, he should retain all his sincerity
He is, indeed, (what I doubt Secretary Craggs never was,)
Statesman, yet friend to truth. Perhaps no Prince in Europe, besides King George, is served
by two of the homestest, and two of the most sensible, men
in his kingdom. This week I visited the society, and found a surprising
difference in their worldly circumstances. Five or six years
ago, one in three, among the lower ranks of people, was
out of employment; and the case was supposed to be nearly
the same through all London and Westminster. I did not
now, after all the tragical outcries of want of trade that fill
the nation, find one in ten out of business; nay, scarce one
in twenty, even in Spitalfields. Sun. 15.-I buried the remains of Richard Burke, a faithful
labourer in our Lord’s vineyard : A more unblamable charac
ter I have hardly known. In all the years that he has laboured
with us, I do not remember that he ever gave me occasion to
find fault with him in any thing.