Wesley Corpus

Journal Vol1 3

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typejournal
YearNone
Passage IDjw-journal-vol1-3-812
Words382
Universal Redemption Prevenient Grace Catholic Spirit
In the evening I preached at Tullamore, and at five in the morning. I was then glad to lie down. In the afternoon, Wednesday, 11, I rode once more to Mountmelick. The congregation, both in the evening and the next morning, was larger than before. After preaching, a greyheaded man came to me, bitterly lamenting, that he had lived many years without knowing that he had need of a Physician. Immediately came another, who had been a harmless man as any in the town: he would have spoke, but could not. I then spoke to him; but not two minutes before he sunk to the ground. So I perceived I had not spent my little strength here, “as one that beateth the air.” I took the straight road from hence to Dublin. Here likewise I observed abundance of ruined buildings ; but I observed also, that some of them were never finished; and some had been pulled down by those who built them. Such is the amazing fickleness of this people. Almost every one who has his fortune in his own hands, dirwal, wdifical, mutat quadrata rotundis ; [pulls down, builds up, changes square to round ;] and leaves those monuments of his folly to all succeeding generations. I reached Dublin in the evening, faint and weary ; but the two next days I rested. Sun. 15.--Finding my strength greatly restored, I preached at five, and at eight on Oxmantown Green. I expected to sail as soon as I had done; but the captain putting it off, (as their manner is,) gave me an opportunity of declaring the Gospel of peace to a still larger congregation in the evening. One of them, after listening some time, cried out, shaking his head, “ Ay, he is a Jesuit; that’s plain.” To which a Popish priest, who happened to be near, replied aloud, “ No, he is not; I would to God he was.” Mon. 16.--Observing a large congregation in the evening, and many strangers among them, I preached more es hee eee £4 June, 1748. ] REV. J. WESLEY’S JOURNAL. 427 roughly than ever I had done in Dublin, on those awful words, “ What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul ?”