Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-144 |
| Words | 399 |
theseed that fell among thorns. God strongly applied his word.
Tues. 29. I preached at Almsbury, to a large number of
plain people, who seemed just ripe for the Gospel. We observed
Friday, OCTOBER 2, as a day of fasting and prayer, for our
King and nation. We met, as usual, at five, at nine, at one,
and in the evening. At each time, I believe, some found that
Godwas with us ; but more especially in the concluding service.
Sat. 3-. Visiting one at the poor-house, I was much moved
to see such a company of poor,maimed, halt, and blind, who
seemed to have no one caring for their souls. So I appointed
to be there the next day ; and at two o'clock had all that could
get out of bed, young and old, in thegreat hall. My heart was
greatly enlarged toward them, and many blessed God for the
consolation.
Monday, I went with my brother to the Devizes, and preached
in alarge, commodious room. This and the following evening
we preached at Sarum. Wednesday, 7. We went on to Win-
chester. I had thoughts of preaching abroad, if haply any
thing might awaken a careless, self-conceited people. But the
rainwould not permit : And it made the road soheavy, that
we could not reach Portsmouth-Common till near six.
Thur. 8. One of our friends, whom I have known several
years, Mrs. Sarah Md, and on whose veracity I could
depend, was mentioning some uncommon circumstances. I
[Oct. 1778.
desired her to relate them at large, which she readily did as
follows :-
" Six or seven years ago, a servant of my husband's died of
the small-pox. A few days after, as I was walking into the town,
I met him in his common every-day clothes, running towards
me. In about a minutehe disappeared.
" Mr. Heth, a Surgeon andApothecary,died in March, 1756.
On the 14th of April following, Iwas walking with two other
women in the High-Street, about day-break, and we all three
saw him, dressed as he usually was, in a scarlet surtout, a
bushy wig, and avery small hat. Hewas standing and leaning
against a post,with his chinresting on his hands. Aswe came
towards him, (for we were notfrighted atall,) he walked towards
us, and went by us. We looked steadily after him, and saw
him till he turned into the market-house.