Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-368 |
| Words | 398 |
hour, four o'clock. The wind being again quite contrary, we
were obliged to tack continually ; but about nine were brought
safe to Harwich. After resting about anhour, we took chaise,
and about one came to Colchester ; where, Mr. Brackenbury
being exceedingweak, we thoughtit best to stay till the morning.
In the evening the House was throughly filled ; andmany
received the truth in the love thereof; so that I did not at all
regret my stopping here. Setting out early in the morning,
Tuesday, 5, I reached London before one o'clock, and trans-
acted most ofmy business in the afternoon. In the evening I
preached on Psalm xxix. 9, 10 ; and the voice of the Lord was
indeed with power. Wednesday, 6. I answered my letters ; and
on Thursday, 7, set out for Bristol.
In the evening I preached at Newbury. It rained and blew
vehemently ; yet the Housewas throughly filled ; and I found
uncommon liberty in pushing the inquiry, "Who of you are
building on the sand, and who upon a rock ? " Friday, 8. In
the evening I preached at Bath, to a more numerous congrega-
tion than I expected ; and more serious, for I do not find there
were any careless or inattentive hearers. Saturday, 9. We had
agood congregation at five ; although the weather continued
stormy. Afterward I searched to the bottom a story I had
heardinpart ; and found it another tale of real woe :-Two of
our society had lived together in uncommon harmony ; when
onewho met in Band with E. F., to whom she had mentioned
that she had found atemptation toward Dr. F., went and told
her husband she was in love with him ; and that she had it
from her own mouth. The spirit of jealousy seized him in a
350 REV. J. WESLEY'S [Sept. 1786.
moment, and utterly took awayhis reason ; and some one telling
him his wife was at Dr. F.'s, (on whom she hadcalledthat after-
noon,) he took a great stick, and ran away ; andmeeting her in
the street, called out, " Strumpet, strumpet !" and struck her
twice or thrice. He is now throughly convinced ofher innocence ;
but the water cannot be gathered up again ! He sticks there,
" I do throughly forgive you ; but I can neverloveyou more."