Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-510 |
| Words | 395 |
Sunday, 27. I preached in St. Luke's, our parish church, in
the afternoon, to a very numerous congregation, on, "The
Spirit and the Bride say, Come." So are the tables turned, that
I havenow more invitations to preach in churches than I can
accept of.
Mon. 28.-I retired to Peckham ; and at leisure hours read
part ofa very pretty trifle,-the Life of Mrs. Bellamy. Surely
never did any, since John Dryden, study more
Tomake vice pleasing, and damnation shine,
than this lively and elegant writer. She has a fine imagination ;
a strong understanding ; an easy style, improved by much read-
ing; a fine, benevolent temper ; and every qualification that
could consist with a total ignorance ofGod. But God was not
in all her thoughts. Abundance of anecdotes she inserts , which
may be true or false. One of them, concerning Mr. Garrick, is
curious. She says, " When he was taking ship for England, a
(Jan. 1790.
lady presented him with a parcel, which she desired him not to
open till he was at sea. When he did, he found Wesley's
Hymns, which he immediately threw overboard." I cannot
believe it. I think Mr. G. had more sense. He knew my
brother well ; and he knew him to be not only far superior in
learning, but in poetry, to Mr. Thomson, and all his theatrical
writers put together: None of them can equal him, either in
strong, nervous sense, or purity and elegance oflanguage. The
musical compositions of his sons are not more excellent than
the poetical ones of their father.
In the evening I preached to a crowded congregation, some
of whom seemed a good deal affected. Thursday, 31. I
preached at the new chapel ; but, to avoid the cramp, wentto
bed at ten o'clock. I was well served. I know not that I ever
before felt so much ofit in one night.
Fri. JANUARY 1, 1790.-I am now an old man, decayed
from head to foot. My eyes are dim ; my right hand shakes
much ; my mouth is hot and dry every morning ; I have a
lingering fever almost every day; my motion is weak and slow.
However, blessed be God, I do not slack my labour : I can
preach and write still.
Sat. 2-. I preached at Snowsfields, to the largest congrega-