Wesley Corpus

I admired the whole Service for the day. The Prayers, Scrip tures, and every part of it, pointed at one thing: “Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.” Having five Clergymento assist me, we administered the Lord's Supper, as was supposed, to sixteen or seventeen hundred persons. Sun. AUGUST 1.-We were fifteen Clergymen at the old church. Tues. 3.-Our Conference concluded in much love, to the great disappointment of all. This evening I went as far as Halifax, and the next day to Manchester. Thursday, 5. We set out early, but, being obliged to go round about, could not reach Shrewsbury till half-past seven. I began preaching immediately, in memory of good John Appleton, lately called away, on, “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.” Friday, 6. I preached at Birmingham ; and on Saturday, 7, at Worcester. Sun. 8.-I preached in the afternoon in St. Andrew’s church, and was agreeably surprised to observe the congregation deeply attentive, while I applied the story of Dives and Lazarus. 286 Rev. J. wesley’s [Aug. 1784. Mon. 9.--I rode over Malvern-Hills, which affords one of the finest prospects in the kingdom, to Ledbury; then, through miserable roads, to Ross. I preached in the evening at Mon mouth, to a very quiet and civil congregation. Tumults were now at an end, as I lodged at the house of a gentleman whom none cared to oppose; and even in the morning we had a large congregation, both of rich and poor. Tues. 10.-I took a walk to what is called the Bowling Green House, not a mile from the town. I have hardly seen such a place before. A gravel-walk leads through the most beautiful meadows, surrounded on all sides by fruitful hills, to a gently-rising ground, on the top of which is a smooth Green, on which the Gentry of the town frequently spend the evening in dancing. From hence spread various walks, bordered with flowers; one of which leads down to the river, on the back of which runs another walk whose artless shades are not pene trated by the sun. These are full as beautiful in their kind, as even the hanging-woods at Brecknock. Wednesday, 11.