Wesley Corpus

7.--I went over to that poor skeleton of ancient Winchelsea. It is beautifully situated on the top of a steep hill, and was regularly built in broad streets, crossing each other, and encompassing a very large Square; in the midst of which was a large church, now in ruins. I stood under a large tree, on the side of it, and called to most of the inhabitants of the town, “The kingdom of heaven is at hand; repent, and believe the Gospel.” It seemed as if all that heard were, for the present, almost persuaded to be Christians. Here an eminently pious woman, Mrs. Jones, at whose house I stopped, gave me a very strange account:--Many years since she was much hurt in lying-in. She had various Physicians, but still grew worse and worse; till, perceiving herself to be no better, she left them off. She had a continual pain in her groin, with such a prolapsis uteri, as soon confined her to her bed: There she lay two months, helpless and hopeless; till a thought came one day into her mind, “Lord, if thou wilt, thou canst make me whole ! Be it according to thy will !” Immediately the pain and the disorder ceased. Feeling herself well, sherose, and dressed herself. Her husband coming in, and seeing her in tears, asked, “Are those tears of sorrow or joyo” She said, “Of joy!” on which they wept together. From that hour she felt no pain, but enjoyed perfect health. I think our Lord never wrought a plainer miracle, even in the days of his flesh. In the evening I preached once more at Rye; and the word did not fall to the ground. In the morning we left this loving, well-united people, and dined at Sevenoaks. After dinner, we spent an hour in the Duke of Dorset's house. I could not but observe some change for the worse here. The silk covers are removed from several of the pictures, particularly that of Count |Ugolino and his sons; and it is placed in a worse light; so that Icould hardly discern the little boy that, when he saw his father l Oct. 1790.] JOURNAL.