Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-1156 |
| Words | 371 |
Fri. 25.--Mr. Walsh preached at six, first in Irish, and then in English. The Papist priest had contrived to have his service just at the
same hour; and his man came again and again with his bell, but not
one in ten of his people would stir. At eight I preached to a far more
serious congregation ; and the word seemed to sink into their hearts.
We took horse about ten, and rode through the fruitful and pleasant
county of Galway. After having heard so much of the barrenness of
this county, I was surprised, in riding almost the whole length of it,
from south-east to north-west, to find only four or five miles of rocky
ground, like the west of Cornwall; all the rest exceeded most that I
have seen in Ireland. We came to Galway pretty well tired, and would
willingly have rested at the inn where we alighted from our horses ; but
the landlord informed us he had no room; both his house and stables
were full. Two regiments of soldiers passing through the town had
taken up all the inns: however, we procured a private lodging, which
was full as agreeable. The town is old, and not ill built, most of the
houses being of stone, and several stories high. It is encompassed
with an old, bad wall, and is in no posture of defence, either toward the
land or toward the sea. Such is the supine negligence of both English
and Irish!
Five or six persons, who seemed to fear God, came to us at our
lodgings. We spent a little time with them in prayer, and early in the
morning set out for Castlebar. This day, likewise, 1 was agreeably
surprised at the pleasantness and fruitfulness of the country. About
noon two or three friends met us, and begged us to turn aside to Hollymount, a town twelve miles from Castlebar, where the minister readily
consented to my preaching in the church. Many Papists as well as
Protestants were there, and my heart was much enlarged toward them.
Through a delightful mixture of vales and gently-rising hills, we ther
rode on to Castlebar.
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duly, 1756. | REV. J. WESLEY’S JOURNAL. 609