Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-002 |
| Words | 399 |
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