Wesley Corpus

Thur. 5.--I took a view of the ruins of the’ house which the mob had pulled down a little before, for joy that Admiral Matthews had beat the Spaniards. Such is the Cornish method of thanksgiving. I suppose, if Admiral Lestock had fought too, they would have knocked all the Methodists on the head. Both this morning and evening the congregation was as large as the house could well contain. In the society, God did indeed sit upon his people as a refiner’s fire. He darted into all (I believe hardly one excepted) the melting flame of love; so that their heads were as water, and their eyes as fountains of tears. Fri. 6.--I spoke with the members of the society severally, and observed, with great satisfaction, that persecution had driven only three or four away, and exceedingly strengthened the rest. The persecution here was owing, in great measure, to the indefatigable labours of Mr. Hoblin and Mr. Simmons; gentlemen worthy to be “ had in everlasting remembrance,” for their unwearied endeavours to destroy heresy. Fortunati ambo! Siquid mea pagina possit, Nulla dies unquam memori vos eximet evo. [Happy pair!] (Long as my writings shall your fame remain.)