Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-792 |
| Words | 311 |
like a stream. He cried out, “O sir, are we to die to-night? What
‘nust [do? What must I do?” I said, “Pray to God. He is able to
deliver you from all danger.” He took my advice, and began praying
in such a manner as he had scarce done ever since he was born.
Mr. Swindells and I then went to prayer; after which I told him,
«We must not stay here; we must go down immediately.” He said,
‘Sir, we cannot stir; you see how the stones fly about.” [walked straight
tnrough the room, and down the stairs; and not a stone came in, til
we were at the bottom. The mob had just broke open the door when
we came into the lower room; and exactly while they burst in at one
door, we walked out at the other. Nor did one man take any notice of
us, though we were within five yards of each other. They filled the
house at once, and proposed setting it on fire. But one of them, happening to remember that his own house was next, with much ado persuaded them not to doit. Hearing one of them cry out, “ They are
gone over the grounds.” I thought the advice was good; so we went
over the grounds, to the further end of the town, where Abraham Jenkins waited, and undertook to guide us to Oakhill. I was riding on in
‘Shepton-lane, it being now quite dark, when he cried out, “Come down: |
‘come down from the bank.” I did as I was bid; but the bank being
high, and the side very near perpendicular, I came down all at once,
my horse and I tumbling one over another. . But we both rose unhurt.
In less than an hour we came to Oakhill, and the next morning to Bristol.