Wesley Corpus

Journal Vol4 7

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typejournal
YearNone
Passage IDjw-journal-vol4-7-147
Words396
Catholic Spirit Universal Redemption Means of Grace
dious Room, which was thoroughly filled with well-behaved and deeply attentive hearers. How long did we seem to be plough- ing the sand here ! But it seems there will be some fruit at last. Fri. 30. I preached at noon to fifty or sixty dull creatures, at poor, desolate Hertford ; and they heard with something like seriousness . In the afternoon I went on to London. Sunday, NOVEMBER 1, was theday appointed for opening the new chapel in the City-Road. It is perfectly neat, but not fine ; and contains far more people than the Foundery : I believe, together with the morning chapel, as many as the Tabernacle. Many were afraid that the multitudes, crowding from all parts, would have occasioned much disturbance. But they were happily disappointed : There was none at all : All was quietness, decency, and order. I preached on part of Solomon's Prayer at the Dedication of the Temple ; and both in the morning and afternoon, (when I preached on the hundred forty and four thousand standing with the Lamb on Mount Zion,) Godwas eminently present in the midst ofthe congregation. Mon. 2.-I went to Chatham, and preached in the evening to a lively, loving congregation. Tuesday, 3. I went by water to Sheerness. Our Room being far too small for the people that attended, I sent to the Governor to desire (what had been allowed me before) the use of the chapel. He refused me, (uncivilly enough) affecting to doubt whether I was in orders ! So I preached to as many as it would contain in our ownRoom. Wed. 4.-I took a view of the old church at Minster, once a spacious and elegant building. It stands pleasantly on the top ofa hill, and commands all the country round. We went from thence to Queensborough, which contains above fifty houses, and sends two members to Parliament. Surely the whole Isle of Sheppy is now but a shadow ofwhat it was once. Thur. 5.-I returned to Chatham, and on the following morning set out in the stage-coach for London. At the end Dec. 1778.1 JOURNAL. of Stroud, I chose to walk up the hill, leaving the coach to follow me. But it was in no great haste : It did not overtake me till I had walked above five miles. I cared not if it had