Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-355 |
| Words | 400 |
No such thing inhis conduct as the whole affair of Dido is in
the Trojan Hero. Meantime, who is Ewen Cameron ? Is it
not Doctor Blair ? And is not one great part of this publication
to aggrandize the character of the old Highlanders, as brave,
hospitable, generous men ?
In the evening I preached to a large congregation at Gains-
borough, in Sir Nevil Hickman's yard. But Sir Nevil is no
more, and has left no son ; so the very name of that ancient
family is lost ! And how changed is the house since I was
young, and good Sir Willoughby Hickman lived here ! One of
the towers is said to have been built in the reign of King
Stephen, above six hundred years ago. But it matters not ;
yet a little while, and the earth itself, with all the works of it,
will be burned up.
Sat. 24. I preached at New Inn ; afterwards at Newark,-
one of the most elegant towns in England; and in the evening
at Retford, on, " I saw the dead, small and great, stand before
God."
Sun. 25.-I preached at Misterton. I was grieved to see so
small a congregation at Haxey church. Itwas not sowhen
Mr. Harle lived here. O what a curse in this poor land are
pluralities and non-residence ! But these are evils that God
alone can cure.
About one I preached at Overthorpe, where the spreading
trees sheltered both me and the congregation. But we had a
far larger at Epworth, between four and five in the afternoon.
Surely God will visit this place yet again, and lift up them that
are fallen.
Mon. 26. I read Prayers and preached in Owstone church,
thoroughly filled with attentive hearers ; and again at nine in the
morning. Tuesday, 27. At one in the afternoon I preached at
Belton. While Iwas preaching, three little children, the eldest
six years old, the youngest two and a half, whom their mother
had left at dinner, straggled out, and got to the side of a well,
*The following is Warton's translation of this quotation from Virgil :-
The good Æneas am I call'd ; my fame,
And brave exploits, have reach'd the starry frame.-EDIT.
which was near the house. The youngest leaning over, fell in
The others striving to pull it out, the boardgaveway ; inconse-