Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-051 |
| Words | 397 |
ishment of my friends, I set out for Dublin.
Idid notdetermine how far to go thatday, not knowing how
my strength would hold. But finding myself no worse at
Bannbridge, I ventured to Newry ; and, after travelling thirty
(English) miles, I was stronger than in the morning.
Thur. 29.-I went on to the Man-of-war, forty (Irish) miles
from the Globe, at Newry. Friday, 30. Wemet Mr. Simpson,
(with several other friends,) coming to meet us at Drogheda ;
who took us to his country seat at James-Town, about two
miles from Dublin .
Tues. JULY 4.-Finding myself a little stronger, I preached
for the first time ; and I believe most could hear. I preached
50 REV. J. WESLEY'S [Aug.1775.
on Thursday again; and my voice was clear, though weak.
So on Sunday I ventured to preach twice, and found no weari-
ness at all. Monday, 10. I beganmyregular course ofpreach-
ing, morning and evening.
While I was in Dublin, Iread two extraordinary books, but
ofvery different kinds ;-Mr. Sheridan's " Lectures on Elocu--
tion," and " The Life of Count Marsay ;" andwasdisappointed
in both. There is more matterin the penny tract, " On Action
and Utterance," abundantly more, than in all Mr. S.'s book ;
Count
though he seems to think himself a mere Phenix.
Marsay was doubtless apious man, but a thorough enthusiast ;
guided, in all his steps, not by the written word, but by his own
imagination ; whichhe calls the Spirit.
Sun. 23. I again assisted at St. Patrick's in delivering the
elements ofthe Lord's Supper. In the evening I embarked in
the Nonpareil ; and, about ten on Tuesday morning, landed at
Park-Gate. Wednesday, 26. I found one relic of my illness,
-my hand shook, sothat Icould hardlywrite my name. But
after I had been well electrified, by driving four or five hours,
over veryrugged, brokenpavement, my complaint was removed,
andmy hand was as steady as when I was ten years old.
About noon I preached in the shell of the House at Wigan.
In the middle of the sermon, came an impetuous storm of
thunder, lightning, and rain, which added much to the solem-
nity of the occasion. Thursday, 27. Iwent on to Miss Bosan-
quet's, and prepared for the Conference. How willingly could
I spend the residue of a busy life in this delightful retirement !
But,