Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-546 |
| Words | 385 |
From church I went to the Castle; where were gathered together
(as some imagined) half the grown persons in the city. It was an awful
sight. So vast a congregation in that solemn amphitheatre! And all
silent and still, while I explained at large, and enforced, that glorious
truth, “ Happy are they whose iniquities are forgiven, and whose sins
are covered.” I went thence to poor Mr. V: , the clergyman, lying
under sentence of death. He had for some time acted the lunatic ;
but I soon put him out of his play; and he appeared to have wit enough
in his anger. I designed to close in with him immediately ; but two
cruelly impertinent gentlemen would needs come into the room; so
that I could say no more, but was obliged to leave him in their hands.
The lad who was to die the next day was quite of another spirit: he
appeared deeply affected while we were speaking, and yet more during
our prayer; and no sooner were we gone than he broke out into a
bitter cry.--Who knows but he might be heard by Him that made him ?
Mon. 29.--We rode forward. About sunset we were in the middle
of the first great pathless moor beyond Launceston. About eight we
were got quite out of the way; but we had not gone far before we
heard Bodmin bell. Directed by this we turned to the left, and came to
the town before nine. Tues. 30.--In the evening we reached St. Ives.
At seven I invited all guilty, helpless sinners, who were conscious they
“had nothing to pay,” to accept of free forgiveness. The room was
crowded both within and without ; but all were quiet and attentive.
Wed. 31.--I spoke severally with those of the society, who were
about one hundred and twenty. Near a hundred of these had found
peace with God: such is the blessing of being persecuted for nghteousness’ sake! As we were going to church at eleven, a large company
at the market place welcomed us with a loud huzza: wit as harmless
Sept. 1743.] REV. J. WESLEY’S JOURNAL. 291
as the ditty sung under my window, (composed, one assured me, by a
gentlewoman of their own town,)
Charles Wesley is come to town,