Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-007 |
| Words | 392 |
forth !" In the evening I preached at Leicester. Here, like-
wise, the people "walk in the fear ofthe Lord, and in the com-
fort of the Holy Ghost."
Sun. 27.-About noon I preached at Stapleford, six miles
westfrom Nottingham. I stood in a meadow, because no house
could contain the congregation. But it was nothing to that at
Nottingham-Cross in the evening, the largest I have seen for
many years, except at Gwennap. Monday, 28. About noon
I preached at Donnington. It was a showery day, but the
showers were suspended during the preaching. In the evening
I preached at Derby, and had the satisfaction to observe an
unusual seriousness in the congregation. Careless as they
used to be, they seemed at length to know the day of their
visitation.
Tues. 29. About ten I preached in the market-place at
10 REV. J. WESLEY'S [April, 1774.
Ashbourne to a large and tolerably serious congregation ; and
some, I believe, felt the word ofGod quick and powerful, while
I enforced, "God now commandeth all men everywhere to
repent." After dinner we went on to Newcastle-under-Lyne,
(that is the proper name of the river,) where I was invited by
the Mayor, a serious, sensible man,to lodge at his house. I
was desired (our Room being but small) to preach in the
market-place. Abundance of people were soon gathered toge-
ther, who surprised me not a little, by mistaking the tune, and
striking up the March in Judas Maccabeus. Many of them
had admirable voices, and tolerable skill. I know not when I
have heard so agreeable a sound : It was indeed the voice of
melody. But we had one jarring string: A drunken gentle-
man was a little noisy, till he was carried away.
Wed. 29. I went on to Congleton, where I received letters,
informing me that my presence was necessary at Bristol. So
about one I took chaise, and reached Bristol about halfan hour
after one the next day. Having done my business in about
two hours, on Friday in the afternoon I reached Congleton
again ; (about ahundred and forty miles from Bristol;) no more
tired (blessed be God!) than when I left it. What achange
is in this town ! The bitter enmity of the townsfolks to the
Methodists is clean forgotten. So has the steady behaviour of