Wesley Corpus

To 1776

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typejournal
YearNone
Passage IDjw-journal-1773-to-1776-126
Words400
Catholic Spirit Universal Redemption Christology
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.