To 1776
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1773-to-1776-539 |
| Words | 395 |
But what do you think of Prince Lee Boo? I think he
was a good-natured, sensible young man, who came to Eng
land with Captain Wilson, and had learned his lesson well;
but was just as much a Prince, as Tomo Chachi was a King. Mon. DECEMBER 7.-I went to Chatham, and preached, as
usual, to far more than the House could contain : And it is no
wonder, considering that the spirit and behaviour of the people
confirm the doctrine they hear. Tuesday, 8. We took a walk
in the dock-yard. In the evening I preached in the elegant
House at Brompton; but it is already far too small. The
people flock in on every side, to hear peacefully the Gospel. Thur. 10.--I returned to London, and preached at the
new chapel. Sun. 13.−Feeling much concern for poor backsliders, I
endeavoured to explain and apply the concluding words of the
parable of the Prodigal Son: “This thy brother was dead, and
is alive again: He was lost, and is found;” and in the evening
those of Hosea viii. 11. Mon. 14.--I went to Canterbury, and preached in the even
ing, on, “There is one God.” The House would in nowise
contain the congregation, in which were several Clergymen. It
pleased God to give me uncommon liberty of spirit; as also at
Dover the next evening, where the new House, large as it is,
was far too small, so that many could not get in. Wednesday,
16. Being quite hoarse, I could neither sing nor speak: However,
I determined to show myself, at least, where I had appointed to
preach. Coming to Sandwich about noon, and finding the con
gregation was waiting, I trusted in God, and began to speak:
The more I spoke, the more my voice was strengthened; so that
Dec. 1789.] JOURNAL. 477
in a few minutes I think all could hear; and many, I believe,
took knowledge that what they heard was not the word of
man but of God. I preached again at Margate in the evening, till my voice
was near as clear as before I begun. The Spirit of God was
with us of a truth. Thur. 17.--I returned to Canterbury, and spent half an
mour with my old friend Mr. Perronet, the last of the six
sons, and nearly worn out, and just tottering over the grave.