Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-733 |
| Words | 400 |
Mon. 29.--I resumed my vegetable diet, (which I had now discontinned for several years,) and found it of use both to my soul and body;
but after two years, a violeut flux which seized me in Ireland, obliged
me to return to the use of animal food. Wed. 31.--I heard an amazing
instance of the providence of God. About six years ago, Mr. Jebner
(as he related it himself) and all his family, being eight persons, were
in bed, between ten and eleven at night. On a sudden ne heard a
great crack, and the house instantly fell, all at once, from the top to the
bottom. They were all buried in the ruins. Abundance of people ~
gathered together, and in two or three hours dug them out. The beds
in which they had lain, were mashed in pieces, as was all the furniture
of the house ; but neither man, woman, nor child, was killed or hurt.
Only he had a little scratch on his hand.
Sat. January 3, 1747.--I called upon poor Mr. C., who once largely
“tasted of the good word, and the powers of the world to come.” I
found him very loving, and very drunk; as he commonly is, day and
night. But I could fix nothing upon him. “ He may fall foully, but
not finally !”
Sun. 11.--In the evening I rode to Brentford; the next day to Newbury; and, Tuesday, 13, to the Devizes. The town was in an uproar
from end to end, as if the French were just entering ; and abundance
of swelling words we heard, oaths, curses, and threatenings. The most
active man in stirring up the people, we were informed, was Mr. J.,
the C. He had been indefatigable in the work, going al] the day from
house to house. He had also been at the pains of setting up an advertisement in the most public places of the town, of “ An Obnubilative,
Pantomime Entertainment, to be exhibited at Mr. Clark’s ;” (where I
was to preach ;) the latter part of it contained a kind of double entendre,
which a modest person cannot well repeat. I began preaching at seven,
on “the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ.” Many of the mob came in,
listened a little, and stood still. No one opened his mouth, but attention sat on the face of every hearer.