Wesley Corpus

Mon. 27.--We set out for Leigh, in Essex: but, being hindered a little in the morning, the night came on, without either moon or stars, when we were about two miles short of Raleigh. The ruts were so deep and uneven, that the horses could scarce stand, and the chaise was continually in danger of overturning; so that my companions thought it best to walk to the town, though the road was both wet and dirty. Leaving them at Raleigh, I took horse again. It was se thoroughly dark, that we could not see our horses’ heads: however, by the help of Him to whom the night shineth as the day, we hit every turning ; and, without going a quarter of a mile out of our way, before nine came to Leigh. Wed. 29.--I returned to London. In my scraps of time, on this and two or three other days, I read over (what I had often heard much commended) Lord Anson’s Voyage. What pity he had not a better historian! One who had eyes to see, and courage to own the hand of God. Thur. November 5.--Mr. Whitefield called upon me ;--disputings are now no more: we love one another, and join hand in hand to promote the cause of our common Master. In the afternoon I buried the remains of Samuel Larwood, who died of a fever on Sunday morning : deeply convinced of his unfaithfulness, and yet hoping to find mercy. He had lately taken and repaired a building in Southwark, called, by the venerable men who built it, Zoar. His executor offering it to me Dec. 1755.) REV. J. WESLEY’S JOURNAL. 594 on the evening of Friday, 6, that solemn day, which we observed with fasting and prayer for our king and country, I preached there to a large and quiet congregation ; but most of them appeared wild enough: and such were we, till grace made the difference.