Wesley Corpus

Journal Vol4 7

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typejournal
YearNone
Passage IDjw-journal-vol4-7-051
Words397
Catholic Spirit Universal Redemption Assurance
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,