Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-1220 |
| Words | 378 |
Fri. 9.--I preached in the new house at St. Just, the largest and
most commodious in the county. Sat. 10.--We rode to the Land’s
End. I know no natural curiosity like this. The vast ragged stones
rise on every side, when you are near the point of land, with green turt
between, as level and smooth as if it were the effect of art. And the
rocks which terminate the land are so torn by the sea, that they appear
like great heaps of ruins.
Sun. 11.--I preached at St. Just at nine. At one, the congregation
in Morva stood on a sloping ground, sank above rank, as in a theatre.
Many of them bewailed their want of God; and many tasted how
gracious he is. At five I preached in Newlyn, to a huge multitude ;
and one only seemed to be offended,--a very good surt of woman, who
took great pains to get away, crying aloud, “ Nay, if going to church
and sacrament will not put us to heaven, I know not what will.”
Mon. 12.--I preached in Lelant at one. Many from St. Ives were
present, from whom I learned that Mr. Swindells would have preached
abroad the day before, but was hindered. It is well he was: for this
occasioned the offer of a meadow near the town, far more convenient
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tnan the street. At six I stood at the bottom of it, the people rising
higher and higher before me. I believe not many were left in the
town ; and all behaved as in the presence of God. The next evening
the congregation was enlarged by the addition of many from the country; and Wednesday, 14, their number was larger still. We did not
open the door of the room till just half-hour past eight ; by which means
the heat was not intolerable, till I had done preaching: I then retired,
and left the other preachers to perform the rest of the service.
Thur. 15.--As we rode toward Helstone, I think the sun was near
as hot as it was at midsummer; yet all along the trees looked as in the
depth of winter, that scorching wind having destroyed all it touched.