To 1776
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1773-to-1776-555 |
| Words | 390 |
My strength likewise now quite forsook
me; and probably will not return in this world. But I feel no
pain from head to foot; only it seems nature is exhausted;
and, humanly speaking, will sink more and more, till
The weary springs of life stand still at last. Tues. 29.--I crossed over through Epworth to Owstone,
and passed a comfortable day with many of the Preachers. This, which was one of the last societies in the Circuit, is now
become first in grace, as well as number. The new preaching
house not being able to contain one-half of the congregation, I
preached abroad in the calm, mild evening; and I believe
God applied his word to many hearts. Thur. JULY 1.--I went to Lincoln. After dinner we took a
walk in and round the Minster; which I really think is more
elegant than that at York, in various parts of the structure,
as well as in its admirable situation. The new House was
throughly filled in the evening, and with hearers uncommonly
serious. There seems to be a remarkable difference between
the people of Lincoln and those of York. They have not so
much fire and vigour of spirit ; but far more mildness and
gentleness; by means of which, if they had the same outward
helps, they would probably excel their neighbours. Some miles short of Lincoln, our post-boy stopped at an
inn on the road, to give his horses a little water. As soon
as we went in, the innkeeper burst into tears, as did his wife;
wringing her hands, and weeping bitterly. “What!” he
said, “are you come into my house ! My father is John
Lester, of Epworth.” I found both he and his wife had
been of our society, till they left them. We spent some
time in prayer together; and I trust not in vain. Fri. 2.--About eleven I preached at Newton; but the
preaching-house would not contain half the congregation. No
rain fell during the time of preaching; but it rained both
a
Aug. 1790.] JOURNAL. 491
before and after. I was struck with the preaching-house at
Gainsborough, (one of the handsomest towns in Lincolnshire,)
so neat, so elegant just taking up one side of a small, neat
Square. I found uncommon liberty of speech, and received it
as a token for good.