To 1776
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1773-to-1776-210 |
| Words | 394 |
Just. God applied his word with power: More especially at the
Sept. 1780.] JOURNAL. 191
meeting of the society, when all our hearts were as melting
wax. Friday, 25. I preached in the market-place at St. Ives, to
most of the inhabitants of the town. Here is no opposer now. Rich and poor see, and very many feel, the truth. I now looked over a volume of Mr. K-’s Essays. He is a
lively writer, of middling understanding. But I cannot admire
his style at all. It is prim, affected, and highly Frenchified. I object to the beginning so many sentences with participles. This does well in French, but not in English. I cannot admire
his judgment in many particulars. To instance in one or
two: He depresses Cowley beyond all reason; who was far
from being a mean poet. Full as unreasonably does he
depress modern eloquence. I believe I have heard speakers
at Oxford, to say nothing of Westminster, who were not
inferior to either Demosthenes or Cicero. Sat. 26.--We had our Quarterly Meeting at Redruth,
where all was love and harmony. Sunday, 27. It was sup
posed, twenty thousand people were assembled at the amphi
theatre in Gwennap. And yet all, I was informed, could
hear distinctly, in the fair, calm evening. Mon. 28.--I preached at Wadebridge and Port-Isaac ; Tues
day, 29, at Camelford and Launceston. Hence we hastened
toward Bristol, by way of Wells; where (the weather being
intensely hot, so that we could not well bear the Room) I
preached on the shady side of the market-place, on, “By grace
are ye saved, through faith.” As I was concluding, a Serjeant
of Militia brought a drum. But he was a little too late. I
pronounced the blessing, and quietly walked away. I know
not that ever I felt it hotter in Georgia than it was here this
afternoon. Sun. SEPTEMBER 3.--I preached three times at Bath; and,
I believe, not without a blessing. Wednesday, 6. I preached
at Paulton. The flame, kindled last year, still continues to
burn here: And, (what is strange,) though so many have set
their hand to the plough, there are none that look back. In
all the number, I do not find so much as one backslider. Thur. 7.-I spent an hour with the children, the most diffi
cult part of our work.