Wesley Corpus

June 2.--(Being Whit-Sunday.) I preached at the Foundery; which Thad not done before in the evening: still I have not recovered my whole voice or strength: perhaps I never may: but let me use what I . have. Tues. 11.--I rode to Cookham. The next evening I preached m a magnificent apartment, to a suitable congregation. How seldom is the Gospel heard in a palace! But what is too hard for God? Mon. 17.--I took another ride to Sundon, and on the road read “ Strada de Bello Belgico ;” a historian scarce inferior in any respect either to Livy or Tacitus. As to his religion, I should rather compare him to the former: for Tacitus was no friend either to superstition or cruelty. Thur. 20.--We spent some hours at Rest, a seat of the late Duke of Kent ; who was forty years laying out and improving the gardens, which I cannot but prefer even before Lord Cobham’s. But how little did the place answer its name! How little rest did its miserable maste1 enjoy! Thou, O God, hast made our heart for thyself; and it cannot rest, till it resteth in thee. Wed. 26.--I read one of the prettiest trifles which perhaps is extant in the English tongue,--Mr. Hay, “ On Deformity.” Surely such a writer deserves a better subject.