Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-530 |
| Words | 399 |
In the afternoon we went on to London.
Sunday, 3, was indeed a comfortable day. I preached at
the new chapel, morning and evening, with great enlargement
of spirit. At the love-feast which followed, great was our
rejoicing ; many declared what God had done for their souls ;
and many were filled with consolation.
Having answered my letters, and finishedmy other little busi-
ness for the present, on Tuesday, 5, I went to Rye. Though
the warning was short, the congregation was exceeding large,
[Oct. 1790.
and behaved with remarkable seriousness. While our people
mixed with the Calvinists here,we were always perplexed, and
gained no ground; but since they kept tothemselves, they have
continually increased in grace as well as in number. Iwas now
informed how signally Godhad overtaken that wretch who mur-
dered Mr. Haddock some years since. Being lately overtaken by
Captain Bray in one of the King's cutters, hemade a desperate
resistance ; and even when boarded, fought still, anddrew apistol
at Captain Bray ; who then hewedhim in pieces with his cutlass.
Thur. 7.-I went over to that poor skeleton of ancient
Winchelsea. It is beautifully situated on the top of a steep
hill, andwas regularly built in broad streets, crossing each other,
and encompassing a very large Square ; in the midst of which
was alarge church, now in ruins. I stood under a large tree,
on the side of it, and called to most ofthe inhabitants of the
town, " The kingdom ofheaven is at hand ; repent, and believe
the Gospel." It seemed as ifallthat heard were, for the present,
almost persuaded to be Christians .
Here an eminently pious woman, Mrs. Jones, at whosehouse
I stopped, gave me a very strange account :-Manyyears since
she was much hurt in lying-in. She had various Physicians,
but still grew worse and worse ; till, perceiving herself to be no
better, she left them off. She had acontinual pain in her groin,
with such a prolapsis uteri, as soon confined her to her bed :
There she lay two months, helpless and hopeless ; till a thought
came one day into her mind, " Lord, if thou wilt, thou canst
make me whole ! Be it according to thy will! " Immediately
the pain and the disorder ceased. Feeling herself well, she rose,
and dressed herself. Her husband coming in, and seeing her