Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-029 |
| Words | 397 |
their spirits were not sharpened against those that voted on the
other side.
Sun. 9-. The evening being fair and mild, I preached in the
new Square. It was a fruitful season :
Soft fell the word as flew the air ;
even " as the rain into a fleece of wool." Many such seasons we
havehad lately : Almost every day one and another has found
peace, particularly young persons and children. Shall not they
be a blessingin the rising generation ? In the evening we had a
solemn opportunity of renewing our covenant with God ; a
means of grace which I wonder has been so seldom used either
in Romish or Protestant churches !
Mon. 10.-I preached at Salisbury ; and on Tuesday, 11 , set
out for the Isle of Purbeck. Whenwe came to Corfe-Castle, the
evening being quite calm and mild, I preached in a meadow
near the town, to a deeply attentive congregation, gathered from
30 REV. J. WESLEY'S [Oct. 1774.
all parts of the island. I afterwards met the society, artless and
teachable, and full ofgood desires. But few of them yet have
got any farther, than to " see men as trees walking."
Wed. 12. I preached to a large congregation at five, who
seemed quite athirst for instruction. Afterwardswe took a walk
over the remains of the Castle, so bravely defended in the last
century, against all the power of the Parliament forces, by the
widow of the Lord Chief Justice Banks. It is one of the noblest
ruins I ever saw : The walls are of an immense thickness, defy-
ing even the assaults of time, and were formerly surrounded by
a deep ditch . The house, which stands in the middle, on the
very top of the rock, has been a magnificent structure. Some time
since the proprietor fitted up some rooms on the south-west side
ofthis, and laid outalittle garden, commanding a large prospect,
pleasant beyond description. For a while he was greatly de-
lighted with it : But the eye was not satisfied with seeing. It
grew familiar ; it pleased no more; and is now run all to ruin.
No wonder : What can delight always, but the knowledge and
love ofGod ?
About noon I preached at Langton, three or four miles from
Corfe-Castle, to a large and deeply serious congregation. Here