Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-093 |
| Words | 394 |
friendly conversation with Mr. V. O that all men would sit
as loose to opinions as I do ; that they would think and
let think ! I preached in the evening to a numerous con-
gregation with much enlargement of spirit. Wednesday, 4.
I preached at Godmanchester, and on Thursday, returned to
London.
In the way, I read over Mr. Gray's Works, and his Life
wrote by Mr. Mason. He is an admirable poet,not much inferior
to either Prior or Pope ; but he does not appear, uponthe whole,
to have been an amiableman. His picture, I apprehend, expresses
his character;-sharp, sensible, ingenious; but, at the same time,
proud, morose, envious, passionate, and resentful. I was quite
shocked at the contempt with which he more than once speaks
of Mr. Mason ; one full as ingenious as himself, yea, full as
good a poet ; (as even " Elfrida " shows, as much as Mr. Gray
despises, or affects to despise it ;) and, over and above, possessed
ofthat modesty and humanity, whereinMr. Gray was sogreatly
deficient.
Friday, 13, was the national fast. It was observed not only
throughout the city, but (I was afterwards informed) throughout
the nation, with the utmost solemnity. I shall not wonder if
God should now interpose and send us prosperity, since, at
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length, we are not too proud to acknowledge " there is a God
that judgeth the earth."
Mon. 16. I preached at Canterbury ; on Tuesday, at Dover;
Wednesday, about eleven, at poor, dry, dead Sandwich. But I
now foundmore hope for the poor people, than I had done for
many years. In the evening I preached at Margate, to a very
genteel, and yet very serious, congregation ; and I believe
(although it blew a storm) near a hundred were present in the
morning.
Thur. 19. I had another truly comfortable opportunity at
Canterbury. God lifted up the hands that hung down, and
gavemany a strong hope that they should yet see good days,
after all the days of darkness and heaviness. Friday, 20. I
returned to London ; and on Sunday, 22, buried the remains of
Elizabeth Duchesne ; a person eminently upright of heart, yet
for manyyears a child of labour and sorrow. For near forty
years shewas zealous of good works, and at length shortened her