Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-1247 |
| Words | 398 |
Tues. 16.--We rode to Lurgan. In the morning I walked to Lough
Neagh, the most beautiful lake I ever saw. On the south-east shore
stands a small mount, supposed to be raised by the Danes; on the top
of which is a kind of arbour, benched round with turf, which might contain twenty or thirty people. This was the hottest day I ever felt in
Ireland; near as hot as any I remember in Georgia. The next morning I was desired to see the house of an eminent scholar near the town.
The door into the yard we found nailed up; but we got in at a gap
which was stopped with thorns. I took the house, at first, for a very
old barn, but was assured he had built it within five years; not indeed
by any cld, vulgar model, but purely to his own taste. The walls
were part mud, part brick, part stone, and part bones and wood. There
were four windows, but no glass in any, lest the pure air should be kept
out. The house had two stories, but no stair case, and no door. Into
the upper floor we went by a ladder through one of the windows;
through one of the lower windows, into the lower floor, which was about
four foot high. This floor had three rooms ;--one three square, the
second had five sides, the third, I know not how many. I give a particular description of this wonderful edifice, to illustrate that great truth:
--There is no folly too great even for a man of sense, if he resolve to
follow his own imagination! I spent Friday and Saturday at Newry, a
town risen out of its ashes within these twenty years. Sun. 21.--I was
much pleased with the seriousness and decency of the congregation at
church. But they were a little hurried in the middle of the service: a
young man dropped down as dead. In a little time, however, he came
to himself, and was led out of church.
Mon. 22.--I rode through a barren, dreary country, and by a miserable road, to Castle Blaney. The morning was extremely hot; but
we had a cooler ride in the afternoon to Coot Hill. I preached, at
seven, in an open place near the street, to a tolerably serious congre-
June, 1758. | REV. J. WESLEY’S JOURNAL. 65?