Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-257 |
| Words | 392 |
Here Imetwith Dr. Horne's " Commentary on the Psalms : "
I suppose the best that ever was wrote. Yet I could not com-
prehend his aggrandizing the Psalms, it seems, even above the
New Testament. And someofthem hehardlymakes anything
of; the eighty-seventh in particular.
Tues. APRIL 1, &c.-I went through several of the societies
till I reached Holyhead, on Friday, 11. We went on board
without delay, and on Sunday morning, the 13th, landed at
Dunleary ; whence (not being able to procure a carriage) I
walked on to Dublin.
Here I spent two or three weeks with much satisfaction, in
myusual employments. Monday, 21. I spent an hour with
Mr. Shelton ; I think, full as extraordinary a man as Mr. Law ;
of full as rapid agenius ; so that I had little to do but to hear;
his words flowing as a river.
Tues. 29. Our little Conference began, and continued till
Friday, MAY 2. All was peace and love ; and I trust the same
spirit will spread through the nation.
[May, 1783.
Sat. 3.-I made a little excursion to a Nobleman's seat, a few
miles from Dublin. It may doubtless vie in elegance, if not in
costliness, with any seat in Great Britain : But the miserable
master of the whole has little satisfaction therein. God hath
said, " Write this man childless." For whom then does he
heap up these things ? He is himself growing old:-
Andmustheleave this paradise ? Then leave
These happy shades, and mansions fit for Gods ?
Sun. 4. There was an Ordination at St. Patrick's. I admired
the solemnity wherewith the Archbishop went through the Ser-
vice: But the vacant faces of the ordained showed how little
they were affected thereby. In the evening multitudes met to
renew their covenant with God. But here was no vacant face
to be seen ; forGodwas in the midst, and manifested himself to
many ; particularly to adaughter of good William Pennington.
Mon. 5. We prepared for going on board the packet ; but
as it delayed sailing, on Tuesday, 6, I waited on Lady Arabella
Denny, at the Black Rock, four miles from Dublin. It is one
of the pleasantest spots I ever saw. The garden is everything
in miniature. On one side is a grove, with serpentine walks ; on