Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-1010 |
| Words | 385 |
Sun. 19.--At eight I preached at Clayworth, where, a year ago, the
mob carried all before them. But an honest justice quelled them at
once; so that they are now glad to be quiet, and mind their own busiaess. AtoneI preached at Misterton, to a deeply attentive congregation
assembled from all parts ; and between four and five at Epworth Cross.
The congregation here was somewhat lessened by a burial at Belton,
that of poor Mr. R dP ll; emphatically poor, though while he
lived, he possessed (not enjoyed) at least a thousand pounds a year.
Mon. 20.--I rode by Hainton, to Coningsby. The next day I preached
at Wrangle, where we expected some disturbance, but found none. The
light punishment inflicted on the late rioters, (though their expense was
not great, as they submitted before the trial,) has secured peace ever
since. Such a mercy it is, to execute the penalty of the law, on those
who will not regard its precepts! So many inconveniences to the innocent does it prevent, and so much sin in the guilty. Wed. 22.--I rode to
Grimsby. The crowd was so great in the evening, that the room was
like an oven. The next night I preached at the end of the town, whither
Apnl, 1752.] REV. J. WESLEY’S JOURNAL. 531
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almost all the people, rich and poor, followed me; and I had a fair
opportunity of closely applying that weighty question, “ Lord, are there
few that be saved ?”
Fi. 24.--We rode by a fine seat; the owner of which (not much
above fourscore years old) says he desires only to live thirty years
longer; ten to hunt, ten to get money, (having at present but twenty
thousand pounds a year,) and ten years to repent. O that God may
not say unto him, “Thou fool, this night shall thy soul be required of
thee!” When I landed at the quay in Hull, it was covered with people,
inquiring, “ Which is he? Which is he?” But they only stared and
- laughed; and we walked unmolested to Mr. A ’s house. I was
quite surprised at the miserable condition of the fortifications ; far more
ruinous and decayed than those at Newcastle, even before the rebellion.
It is well there is no enemy near.