Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-068 |
| Words | 396 |
some days before the frost broke up, it was observed, by means
of the thermometer, that the cold was several degrees more
intense than that in the year 1741. But God then removed
the cup from us, by agentle, gradual thaw.
Sun. 14.-As I was going to West-Street chapel, one of the
chaise-springs suddenly snapped asunder ; but the horses instantly
stopping, I stepped out without the least inconvenience.
At all my vacant hours in this and the following week, I
endeavoured to finish the " Concise History of England." I
am sensible it must give offence, as in many parts I am quite
singular ; particularly with regard to those greatly injured cha-
racters, Richard III., and Mary Queen of Scots. But I must
speak as I think ; although still waiting for, and willing to
receive, better information.
[March, 1776.
Sun. 28.-I was desired to preach a charity sermon in All-
hallows church, Lombard-Street. In the year 1735, about
forty years ago, I preached in this church, at the earnest request
of the Churchwardens, to a numerous congregation, who came,
like me, with an intent to hear Dr. Heylyn. This was the first
time that, having no notes aboutme, I preached extempore.
Wed. FEBRUARY 14.-I preached at Shoreham. How is the
last become first ! No society in the county grows so fast as
this, either in grace or number. The chief instrument of this
glorious work is Miss Perronet, a burning and a shining light.
Fri. 23. I looked over Mr. Bolt's " Considerations on the
Affairs of India." Was there ever so melancholy a picture ?
How are the mighty fallen ! The Great Mogul, Emperor of
Hindostan, one of the mightiest Potentates on earth, is become
apoor, little, impotent slave to a Company of Merchants ! His
large, flourishing empire is broken in pieces, and covered
with fraud, oppression, and misery ! And we may call the
myriads that have been murdered happy, in comparison of those
that still groan under the iron yoke. Wilt not thou visit for
these things, O Lord ? Shall the fool still say in his heart, There
is no God?
Sun. 25-. I buried the remains of William Evans, one of
the first members of our society. Hewas an Israelite indeed,
open (if it could be) to a fault ; always speaking the truth from