Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-308 |
| Words | 400 |
the thieves ran away with all speed; though their work was not
half done ; and the whole damage which we sustained scarce
amounted to six pounds .
Mon. 22. I preached at Northampton ; and on Tuesday,
23, at Whittlebury. Here my servant was seized with a fever,
attended with eruptions all over, as big as pepper-corns. I took
knowledge of the Prickly-heat, as we called it in Georgia,
termed by Dr. Herberden, the Nettle-rash, and assured him he
would be well in four-and-twenty hours. He wasso ; and drove
us on to Banbury ; where, on Wednesday, 24, I met with a
hearty welcome from Mr. George, formerly a member of the
London society. The Presbyterian Minister offering me the
use of his meeting, I willingly accepted his offer. It was, I
believe, capable ofcontaining near as many people as the chapel
at West-Street ; but it would not near contain the congregation :
And God uttered his voice,yea, and that amighty voice ; neither
the sorrow nor thejoy which was felt that nightwill quickly be
forgotten.
Thur. 25. I desired the people would sit below in the morn-
ing, supposing not many would be present; but I was much
mistaken ; notwithstanding the darkness and rain, the House
was filled both above and below ; and never did I see a people
who appeared more ready prepared for the Lord. Returning
through Brackley, I was informed that notice had been givenof
my preaching there at nine in the Town-Hall : So I began with-
out delay. The congregation was large and attentive, but
seemed to understand me no more than if I had been talking
Greek; but the society seemed alive to God, and striving to
enter in at the strait gate.
In the evening I preached at poor, dead Towcester. But is
not God able to raise the dead ? There was a considerable
shaking among the dry bones. And who knows but these dry
bones may live ?
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Fri. 26. I returned to London. Sunday, 28. I preached
acharity sermon at St. Paul's, Covent-Garden. It isthelargest
and the best-constructedparish church that I have preached in for
several years ; yet some hundreds were obliged to go away, not
being able to get in. I strongly enforced the necessity of that
humble, gentle, patient love, which is the very essence of true