Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-1065 |
| Words | 371 |
Fri. 3.--I began to recover my strength, so that I could sit up near
two hours together. And‘from this time, I felt no inconvenience ; only
that I could not talk, nor stand long without resting. Sun. 5.--In the
afternoon I rode to Redruth, and preached to a large congregation in
an open part of the street. My voice was low ; but, the day being calm,
I believe all could hear’: and after I had done, I felt myself consider-|
ably stronger than when I begun. Mon. 6.--I preached in Gwennap
at five, and afterward saw a strange sight,--a man that is old and rich,
and yet not covetous. In the evening I preached at Penryn, and found
my strength so restored, that I could speak loud enough to be heard by
a numerous congregation ; and thrice the next day, at Penryn, Bezore,
(near Truro,) and St. Ewe.
Wed. 8.--We were invited to Mevagissey, a small town on the south
sea. As soon as we entered the town, many ran together, crying, “ See,
the Methodees are come.” But they only gaped and stared; so that
we returned unmolested to the house I was to preach at, a mile from
the town. Many serious people were waiting for us, but most of them
deeply ignorant. While I was showing them the first principles of
Christianity, many of the rabble from the town came up. They looked
as fierce as lions; but in a few minutes changed their countenance,
and stood still. ‘Toward the close, some began to laugh and talk, who
grew more boisterous after I had concluded. But I walked straight
through the midst of them, and took horse without any interruption.
On Thursday, 9, 1 rode to Port Isaac, and the next day to Trewalder. ‘The little society here meet every night and morning, with a
preacher or without; and whoever comes among them quickly feels
what spirit they are of. Sat. 11.--The rain stopped at twelve, and
gave me an opportunity of preaching in the market place at Camelford.
I saw only one person in the congregation who was not deeply serious.
That one (which I was sorry to hear) was the curate of the parish.