To 1776
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1773-to-1776-442 |
| Words | 387 |
Mon. 20.--We embarked between three and four in the morn
ing, in a very small, inconvenient sloop, and not a swift sailer;
so that we were seven hours in sailing what is called seven
leagues. About eleven we landed at St. Helier, and went
straight to Mr. Brackenbury's house. It standsvery pleasantly,
near the end of the town; and has a large convenient garden,
with a lovely range of fruitful hills, which rise at a small
distance from it. I preached in the evening to an exceeding
serious congregation, on Matt. iii. ult.: And almost as many
were present at five in the morning; whom I exhorted to go on
to perfection; which many of them, Mr. Clarke informs me, are
earnestly endeavouring to do. Tuesday, 21. We took a walk
to one of our friends in the country. Near his house stood what
they call the College. It is a free-school, designed to train up
children for the University; exceeding finely situated, in a quiet
recess, surrounded by tall woods. Not far from it stands, on the
top of a high hill, (I suppose a Roman mount,) an old chapel,
believed to be the first Christian church which was built in the
island. From hence we had a view of the whole island, the
pleasantest I ever saw ; as far superior to the Isle of Wight as
that is to the Isle of Man. The little hills, almost covered with
large trees, are inexpressibly beautiful: It seems they are to be
equalled in the Isle of Guernsey. In the evening I was obliged
to preach abroad, on, “Now is the day of salvation.” I think
a blessing seldom fails to attend that subject,
Wed. 22.--In the evening, the Room not containing the
people, I was obliged to stand in the yard. I preached on
Rom. iii.22, 23; and spoke exceeding plain: Even the Gentry
heard with deep attention. How little things does God turn
to his own glory ! Probably many of these flock together,
because I have lived so many years. And perhaps even this
may be the means of their living for ever ! Thur. 23.--I rode to St. Mary’s, five or six miles from St. Helier, through shady, pleasant lanes. None at the house
could speak English, but I had interpreters enough.