To 1776
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1773-to-1776-174 |
| Words | 370 |
Mon. 28.--I preached in the new preaching-house, at Robin
Hood's Bay, and then went on to Scarborough. Tuesday,
29, I spent agreeably and profitably with my old friends; and
July, 1779.] JOURNAL. 157
in my way to Bridlington, Wednesday, 30, took a view
of Flamborough-Head. It is an huge rock, rising perpen
dicular from the sea to an immense height, which gives shelter
to an innumerable multitude of sea-fowl of various kinds. I
preached in the evening at Bridlington, and afterwards heard a
very uncommon instance of paternal affection -Agentleman
of the town had a favourite daughter, whom he set up in a
milliner's shop. Some time after she had a concern for her
soul, and believed it her duty to enter into the society. Upon
this her good father forbad her his house ; demanding all the
money he had laid out; and required her instantly to sell all
her goods, in order to make the payment
In this journey I looked over the “History of Whitby,” in
which are many curious things. Among others, there is an
account of St. Ninian, a Monk of Whitby Abbey, long before
the Conquest. Here is also an account of the father of the
Percy family: He came over with William the Conqueror, and
took his name from a town in Normandy. So the pretty tale
of piercing the eye of the Scotch King proves to be mere
invention |
Thur. JULY 1.--This was the first of eighteen or twenty
days full as hot as any I remember in Georgia; and yet the
season is remarkably healthy. I preached in Beverley at
noon, and at Hull in the evening. Saturday, 3. I reached
Grimsby, and found a little trial. In this, and many other
parts of the kingdom, those striplings, who call themselves
Lady Huntingdon's Preachers, have greatly hindered the
work of God. They have neither sense, courage, nor grace, to
go and beat up the devil’s quarters, in any place where Christ
has not been named ; but wherever we have entered as by
storm, and gathered a few souls, often at the peril of our
lives, they creep in, and, by doubtful disputations, set every
one's sword against his brother.