Wesley Corpus

Journal Vol4 7

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typejournal
YearNone
Passage IDjw-journal-vol4-7-002
Words399
Catholic Spirit Universal Redemption Free Will
hardly come to a second impression,for these very obvious rea- sons:-1 . His language is generally rough and unpleasing ; frequently so obscure that one cannot pick out the meaning of a sentence, without reading it twice or thrice over : 2. His periods are intolerably long,beyond all sense and reason ; one period often containing ten or twenty, and sometimes thirty, lines : 3. When he makes a pertinent remark he knows not when to have done with it, but spins it out without any pity to the reader : 4. Many of his remarks, like those of his master, Mr. Hutchinson, are utterly strained and unnatural ; such as give pain to those who believe the Bible, and diversion to those whodonot. Mon. 22. I set out for Sussex, and found abundance of peoplewilling to hear the good word; at Rye in particular. And they domany things gladly: But they will not part with the accursed thing, smuggling. So I fear, with regard to these, our labour will be in vain. Monday, 29. I went to Gravesend ; on Tuesday, to Chat- ham; and on Wednesday, to Sheerness ; over that whimsical ferry, where footmen and horses pay nothing, but every carriage four shillings ! I was pleasing myself that I had seen one fair day at Sheerness! But that pleasure was soon over. Wehad rain enough in the evening. However, the House was crowded sufficiently. I spoke exceeding plain to the bigots on both sides. MayGod write it on their hearts ! Mon. DECEMBER 6.-I went to Canterbury in the stage- coach, and by the way read Lord Herbert's Life, written by himself; the author of the first system ofDeism that ever was published in England. Was there ever so wild a knight-errant as this ? Compared to him, Don Quixote was a sober man. Who can wonder, that a man of such a complexion should be an Infidel ? I returned to London, Friday, 10, with Captain Hinderson, of Chatham, who informed us,-" Being off the Kentish coast, on Wednesday morning last, I found my ship had been so damaged by the storm, which still continued, that she could not long keep above water ; so we got into the boat, twelve in all, though with little hope of making the shore. A ship passing by, we made all the signals we could; but they