Wesley Corpus

Nov. 1745 | REV. J. WESLEY’S JOURNAL. 359 my nature quite changed, and my affections carried away to heaven. Then I broke out into such expressions as I cannot utter now, praising God for what he had done for my soul. My fever also was gone. As soon as I was assured of his love, I was healed both in body and soul; which ‘I told the doctor and apothecary in the morning, who stood like men in amaze, and confessed they had never seen such a thing before. A deal of people came all that week: on Wednesday, in particular, I was talking to them, without any time for breakfast or dinner, from six in the morning to six at night. Dear sir, pray for me, that God may keep me, who am your unworthy sister, “ Jane Bate.” Having now delivered my own soul, on Monday, 4, I left Newcastle. Before nine we met several expresses, sent to countermand the march of ihe army into Scotland; and to inform them, that the rebels had passed the Tweed, and were marching southward. Tuesday, 5.--In the evening I came to Leeds, and found the town full of bonfires, and people shouting, firmg of guns, cursing and swearing, as the English manner of keeping holidays is. I immediately sent word to some of the magistrates, of what I had heard on the road. This ran’through the town, as it were, in an instant: and I hope it was a token for good. The hurry in the streets was quashed at once ;--some of the bonfires indeed remained ; but scarce any one was to be seen about them, but a few children warming their hands. Thur. 7.--I rode to Stayley Hall, in Cheshire, after many interruptions in the way, by those poor tools of watchmen, who stood with great solemnity, at the end of almost every village. I preached there on Mark i, 15, and rode on to Bradbury Green. Fri. 8.--Understanding that a neighbouring gentleman, Dr. C., had affirmed to many, that Mr. Wesley was now with the Pretender, near Edinburgh, I wrote him a few lines. It may be, he will have a little more regard to truth, or shame, for the time to come. About noon I preached near Maxfield; in the evening, at the Black House.