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While I was preaching at West-Street in the afternoon, there was one of the most violent storms I ever remember. In the midst of the sermon great part of an house opposite to the chapel was blown down. We heard an huge noise, but knew not the cause; so much the more did God speak to our hearts: And great was the rejoicing of many in confidence of his protection. Between four and five I took horse, with my wife and daughter. The tiles were rattling from the houses on both sides; but they hurt not us. We reached Hayes about seven in the evening, and Oxford the next day.

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The rain continued without intermission, till we came to Enstone. Soon after we set out from there, it was succeeded by so vehement a wind, as On Broadway-Hill often drove us clear out of the path, and was ready to carry away both horse and rider. But our strength was as our day; and before six in the evening we came unhurt to Evesham. I preached in the evening at the Town-Hall, where several of the Clergy and Gentry were present. Wednesday, 18. I rode over with Mr.—— to his house, which I had not seen for upwards of twenty years. The place I found, but not the inhabitants: Most of them were gone to their long home. I saw not one whom I knew, but Mr.——’s aunt; who could not long forbear telling me how sorry she was that I should leave all my friends, to lead this vagabond life. Why, indeed, it is not pleasing to flesh and blood; and I would not do it, if I did not believe there was another world. Our dispute did not continue long, and ended in much love. Mr.— — rode back with me to Evesham, attended the preaching both at seven, and at five in the morning, and walked with me from the Room after sermon; but it was some time before he could speak. He then broke out, “I am to take care of two thousand souls, and I never yet knew how to take care of my own!” I left him full of conviction and good resolutions. How many days will they continue?

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I rode to Birmingham, and, from the behavior of the people, both this and the following evening, found reason to hope that some of the seed which has been sown here will bear lasting fruit. Saturday, 21. I rode to Wednesbury, where Mr.——, Vicar of — had appointed to meet me. I rejoiced to find so great a change. Since he has known the pardoning love of God, he has been swiftly going on from faith to faith, and growing not in knowledge only, but in love.

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After preaching at five, I returned to Birmingham. Many were much afraid of my preaching in the street, expecting I know not what mischief to be done. Vain fear! I saw not one person behave amiss, while I declared, “There is joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth.” At one I preached at Tipton-Green, to a large congregation, though the wind was ready to cut us in two; and about five, to a much larger, at Wednesbury; where, in spite of all the wiles of Satan, and the cunning craftiness of men, the plain genuine Gospel runs and is glorified.

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I spent an agreeable hour with Mr.——, Curate of W.; an honest, upright man, I verily believe, and willing to know the whole counsel of God. In the evening I preached to a small, serious congregation, at Bilbrook. The storm of wind, snow, and hail, was ready for us in the morning, almost as soon as we set out, and continued most part of the day. When we had heaths or commons to cross, it was not easy to sit an horse, especially as the wind was full in our teeth. However, we reached Poole (two miles from Nantwich) in the evening, and found a congregation gathered from many miles round; several of whom sat up all night, for fear of losing the morning sermon.

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Atter preaching at five and at nine, I rode on to Alpraham, where a large congregation of serious, sensible people attended, both at one and at seven in the evening. Thursday, 26. We rode on through wind and snow, and reached Manchester. At night I was grieved to hear, in all places, from my coming into Cheshire till now, that John Bennet was still speaking all manner of evil; averring, wherever he came, that Mr. W. preached nothing but Popery, denying justification by faith, and making nothing of Christ. Lord, lay not this sin to his charge! MARCH 27. — (Being Good Friday.) I went to the old church, where Mr. Clayton read Prayers; I think the most distinctly, solemnly, and gracefully, of any man I have ever heard; and the behavior of the whole congregation was serious and solemn in every part of the Service. But I was surprised to see such a change in the greater part of them, as soon as ever the sacrament was over. They were then bowing, curtesying, and talking to each other, just as if they were going from a play. On Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday, I spoke severally to each member of the society; and found reason, after the strictest search, to believe that there was not one disorderly walker therein.

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T. M—— gave me a full account of J. B——’s renouncing all connection with me; adding, “On the 30th of December last, after he had said many bitter things of you to the congregation at Bolton, he spread out his arms, and cried, ‘Popery! Popery! Popery! I have not been in connection with him these three years, neither will I be any more.’ And the same thing he said to all the Stewards, at the Quarterly Meeting on New-Year’s Day.”

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I rode to Bank-House, near Rochdale, where T. Mitchell gave me the following account: —

“On Sunday, August 7, last, I preached at Wrangle, at five in the morning, as usual. About six two Constables came, and carried me to a public-house, where I was kept till near four in the afternoon. Then one of them said, he would go and ask the Minister, whether they might not let me go. Upon his return they brought me out to a large mob, who carried me, and threw me into a standing water; and as often as I tried to come out, they pitched me in again. At last some of them said, I should come out, and kept the others off, till I got up the bank. I found myself very happy all the time; for I knew I was in the Lord’s hand. I got back to the house where I lodged, and went to bed. But in less than an hour the mob came again, broke open the doors of the house and the chamber, and dragged me away with them. They carried me to a great pond, which was railed round, being ten or twelve foot deep. Then four men took me up by my legs and arms. I felt the flesh shrink a little at first; but it was soon over, and I did not care whether I lived or died; just as pleased the Lord. They swung me backward and forward two or three times, and then threw me as far as they could into the water. The fall took away my senses, so that I felt nothing more. But some that did not care to have me drowned, when I came above water, catching hold of my clothes with a long pole pulled me out. I lay senseless for some time. When I came to myself, I saw many people about me: One of them helped me up and bade me go with him. He brought me to a little house, and put me to bed; but I had not laid long, before the mob came again, pulled me out of bed, and drove me before them, almost naked to the end of the parish, where they left me. I made shift to get on to a place three miles off, where I got to bed again, and slept in peace.”

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About one I preached at Birstal. Observing that several sat on the side of the opposite hill, I afterward desired one to measure the ground; and we found it was seven score yards from the place where I stood. Yet the people there heard perfectly well. I did not think any human voice could have reached so far.

Between four and five I preached in our new House, at Leeds. But it was so full, consequently so hot, and my voice was so damped by the breath of the people, that I suppose many could not hear.

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We rode to Heptonstal, a little town on the round top of a very high mountain, with a steep descent on every side. I preached in a vacant place, on the brow of the hill. A Captain who came from the Minister’s house, labored much to divert the attention of the people; but none regarded him at all. When we went away, he followed us long the hill. One tool him by the hand, and spoke a few words; On which he shook like a leaf, and said, he hoped this would be an happy day for him, and that he should think more than he had done in time past.

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I preached at Dewsbury, where the case of the Vicar and his Curate will not soon be forgotten. After a conversation I had with the Vicar, above three years ago, he was deeply serious, till he conversed again with rich and honorable men, who soon cured him of that distraction. Yet in a while he relapsed, and was more serious than ever, till he was taken ill. The Physician made light of his illness, and said, he would do well enough, if they did but keep those Methodists from him. They did so: However, in a few days, he died, and, according to his own express order, was carried to the grave, at seven in the morning, by eight poor men, (whom he had named,) and buried on the north side of the church. The Curate who buried him, sickening the same week, insisted that the Methodists should not be kept from him. About ten days after, he died; and, according to his desire, was, about the same hour, carried also by eight poor men, and laid in a grave close to that of Mr. Robson.

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I preached at R——, once a place of furious riot and persecution; but quiet and calm, since the bitter Rector is gone to give an account of himself to God.

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I came to Wakefield, as the bells were ringing in, and went directly to Mr. W——, in the vestry. The behavior of the congregation surprised me. I saw none light, none careless or unaffected, while I enforced, “What is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” Hath not God the hearts of all men in his hand? Who would have expected to see me preaching in Wakefield church, to so attentive a congregation, a few years ago, when all the people were as roaring lions; and the honest man did not dare to let me preach in his yard, lest the mob should pull down his houses!

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In the evening I preached at Sheffield, in the shell of the new House. All is peace here now, since the trial at York, at which the Magistrates were sentenced to rebuild the House which the mob had pulled down. Surely the Magistrate has been the minister of God to us for good!

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I went to B——, whence the Vicar, Mr. Drake, had sent a messenger on purpose to desire he might see me. I found him in deep distress for the loss of his wife, mixed with strong desires after God. Hearing I was going to preach at Rotherham, he offered to go with me. He seemed to stagger at nothing; though as yet his understanding is not opened. O that he may not rest till it is!

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I rode on toward Epworth. But I was nigh shipwrecked in sight of the port. Attempting to ride over the common the nearest way, my mare was quickly imbogged. But being lively and strong, she made a shift to get out, and I was glad to go round by Torne Bank.

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I walked over to Burnham. I had no thought of preaching there, doubting if my strength would allow of preaching always thrice a day, as I had done most days since I came from Evesham. But finding an house full of people, I could not refrain. Still the more I use my strength, the more I have. I am often much tired the first time I preach in a day; a little the second time; but after the third or fourth, I rarely feel either weakness or weariness.

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I called on the gentleman who told me he was “sinner enough,” when I preached first at Epworth on my father’s tomb; and was agreeably surprised, to find him strong in faith, though exceeding weak in body. For some years, he told me, he had been rejoicing in God, without either doubt or fear; and was now waiting for the welcome hour when he should “depart and be with Christ.”

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I preached at Belton, and felt an uncommon degree of the presence of God, among an handful of poor, despised people. O how precious is the least of these in His sight, who bought them with his own blood!

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At eight I preached at Clayworth, where, a year ago, the mob carried all before them. But an honest Justice quelled them at once; so that they are now glad to be quiet, and mind their own business. At one I preached at Misterton, to a deeply attentive congregation assembled from all parts; and between four and five at Epworth Cross. The congregation here was somewhat lessened by a burial at Belton, that of poor Mr. R——d P——ll; emphatically poor, though, while he lived, he possessed (not enjoyed) at least a thousand pounds a year.

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I rode by Hainton, to Coningsby. The next day I preached at Wrangle, where we expected some disturbance, but found none. The light punishment inflicted on the late rioters, (though their expense was not great, as they submitted before the trial,) has secured peace ever since. Such a mercy it is, to execute the penalty of the law, on those who lying not regard its precepts! So many inconveniences to the innocent does it prevent, and so much sin in the guilty.

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I rode to Grimsby. The crowd was so great in the evening, that the Room was like an oven. The next night I preached at the end of the town, whither almost all the people, rich and poor, followed me; and I had a fair opportunity of closely applying that weighty question, “Lord, are there few that be saved?”

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We rode by a fine seat; the owner of which (not much above fourscore years old) says he desires only to live thirty years longer; ten to hunt, ten to get money, (having at present but twenty thousand pounds a year,) and ten years to repent. O that God may not say unto him, “Thou fool, this night shall thy soul be required of thee!”

When I landed at the quay in Hull, it was covered with people, inquiring, “Which is he? Which is he?” But they only stared and laughed; and we walked unmolested to Mr. A——’s house.

I was quite surprised at the miserable condition of the fortifications; far more ruinous and decayed than those at Newcastle, even before the rebellion. It is well there is no enemy near.

I went to Prayers at three in the old church, — a grand and venerable structure. Between five and six the coach called, and took me to Mighton-Car, about half a mile from the town. An huge multitude, rich and poor, horse and foot, with several coaches, were soon gathered together; to whom I cried with a loud voice, and a composed spirit, “What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” Some thousands of the people seriously attended s but many behaved as if possessed by Moloch. Clods and stones flew about on every side; but they neither touched nor disturbed me. When I had finished my discourse, I went to take coach; but the coachman had driven clear away. We were at a loss, till a gentlewoman invited my wife and me to come into her coach. She brought some inconveniences on herself thereby; not only as there were nine of us in the coach, three on each side, and three in the middle; but also as the mob closely attended us, throwing in at the windows (which we did not think it prudent to shut) whatever came next to hand. But a large gentlewoman who sat in my lap, screened me, so that nothing came near me.

The mob, who were increased to several thousands, when I stepped out of the coach into Mr. A——’s house, perceiving I was escaped out of their hands, revenged themselves on the windows with many showers of stones, which they poured in, even into the rooms four stories high. Mr. A—— walked through them to the Mayor’s house, who gave him fair words, but no assistance; probably not knowing that himself (the Mayor) might be compelled to make good all the damage which should be done. He then went in quest of Constables, and brought two with him about nine o’clock. With their help he so thoroughly dispersed the mob, that no two of them were left together. But they rallied about twelve, and gave one charge more, with oaths, and curses, and bricks, and stones. After this, all was calm, and I slept sound till near four in the morning. About five, Saturday, 25, we took horse, and made to Pocklington. I was sorry, when I found it was the fair-day, that notice had been given of my preaching; especially when I heard there was no society, and scarce any one awakened in the town. The unusual bitterness of several who met us in the street, made the prospect still more unpromising. However, I went to see the room provided for preaching, but found it was not above five yards square. I then looked at a yard which was proposed; but one circumstance of this I did not like. It was plentifully furnished with stones: Artillery ready at hand for the devil’s drunken companions. Just then it began to rain; upon which a gentleman offered a large commodious barn. Thither I went without delay, and began preaching to a few, who increased continually. I have known no such time since we left London. Their tears fell as the rain. None opposed or mocked: So that these made full amends for the behavior of those at Hull.

The man and his wife at whose house we dined, had been bitterly persecuted both by his and her mother. These were some of the first whose hearts were touched. Immediately after preaching they came up into the room where we were, and confessed, with many tears, how eagerly they had opposed the truth of God, and troubled their children for adhering to it. How wise are all the ways of God! Had it not been fair-day, these had not been here.

Yet some of our company had dreadful forebodings of what was to be at York. A worthy Justice of the Peace (doubtless to quiet the mob there) had just caused to be cried about the streets, stuck up in public places, and even thrown into many houses, part of the “Comparison between the Papists and Methodists.” Perhaps this might be the occasion of some bitter curses which were given us almost as soon as we entered the gates. But the vain words of those Rabshakehs returned into their own bosoms. I began preaching at six. The chapel was filled with hearers, and with the presence of God. The opposers opened not their mouths. The mourners blessed God for the consolation.

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At seven God was with us as before, and his word brake the rocks in pieces. We left York about nine, as quietly as we came, and rode to Acomb.

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We reached Osmotherley. After preaching in the evening, I was desired to visit a person who had been an eminent scoffer at all religion; but was now, they said, “in a strange way.” I found her in a strange way indeed; either raving mad, or possessed of the devil. The woman herself affirmed that the devil had appeared to her the day before; and, after talking some time, leaped upon, and grievously tormented her ever since. We prayed with her. Her agonies ceased. She fell asleep, and awaked in the morning calm and easy.

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About noon we reached Stokesley, where I found none had ever yet preached abroad. Samuel Larwood had attempted it, but in vain: And so had Mr. Roberts, some time after; but a Clergyman came at the head of a large mob, and obliged him to desist. About one, the person in whose house we were came in trembling, and told us what threatenings were breathed out. I answered, “Then there is no time to lose;” and went out immediately. I suppose the mob expected to hear us sing; but they were disappointed; for I began preaching without delay. By this means, missing their signal, they came, not in a body, but two or three at a time; and as fast as they came their minds were changed; so that all were quiet, from the beginning to the end.

It rained all the way we rode to Stockton; but was fair all the time I stood in the main street, and explained to a listening multitude, the joy that is in heaven “over one sinner that repenteth.”

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Editorial note: The supplied edition prints the heading “Tues. 29. —”. The independent 1872 Jackson edition, volume 2, reads “Wed. 29” (PDF page 268). The indexed weekday is Wednesday, following that printed heading. The supplied heading and journal prose are retained. John Wesley, Works, Jackson edition (1872), volume 2, PDF page 268.

I preached at Durham to a quiet, stupid Congregation; and the next day went on to Newcastle.

On Friday and Saturday we enjoyed a little respite from labor, and were refreshed both in soul and body.

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We had the best dressed congregation that ever I saw in this place. I spoke very plain; yet all were patient, and looked as if they understood what was said.

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I rode to Sunderland, where I found one of the liveliest societies in the north of England. This is the effect of their being so much “under the law,” as to scruple, one and all, the buying even milk on a Sunday. The House hardly contained the people at five the next morning. At eight and at twelve I preached in the street, none opposing or interrupting. About four I began at Newcastle, near the Keelmen’s Hospital. It was just as I expected. Many who had turned back from the holy commandment once delivered to them, flocked together, and seemed convinced that God was still ready to return, and leave a blessing behind him.

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After preaching at Morpeth in my way, though with little present effect, I rode on to Alnwick, and preached at the Cross, to a far more numerous and more serious congregation.

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I rode to Berwick; and, after preaching, desired all who had been of the society to meet me. I spoke to seventeen, who were thoroughly willing to unite again; and (what was remarkable) all of them still retained a sense of the pardoning love of God; although they were convinced they had suffered great loss by a famine of the word.

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At five the soldiers made a considerable part of the congregation. At noon they came again in troops. One of them, T—— W——, came last year from the Highlands, and went through Westmoreland to beat up for recruits. He had been earnestly warned, before he left Scotland, on no account to go near the Methodists. But in Kendal he lighted on two or three; from which time they were not one day asunder. It was not long before God clearly assured him of his pardoning love. A fortnight after, he was ordered to follow the regiment to Berwick; where he is continually exhorting his comrades to be “good soldiers of Jesus Christ” And many already have listed under his banner.

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In the afternoon I preached at Alemouth. How plain an evidence have we here, that even our outward work, even the societies, are not of man’s building! With all our labor and skill, we cannot, in nine years’ time, form a society in this place; even though there is none that opposes, poor or rich; Nay, though the two richest men in the town, and the only gentlemen there, have done all which was in their power to further it.

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I rode on to the poor colliers at Placey. When we came hither first, John Lane, then nine or ten years old, was one of the first who found peace with God. From that hour he continued to walk day and night in the light of his countenance. I saw him last year, longing to be with Christ. But he was detained here a little longer, that he might witness “a good confession” in death, as well as in life. He praised God as long as he had breath, and was buried a day or two before I came.

MAY 17. — (Being Whit-Sunday.) I preached in the morning at Gateshead, to an huge congregation, on our Lord’s words, “If any man thirst, let him come unto me and drink.” About five I began near the Keelmen’s Hospital; many thousands standing round, or sitting on the grass. The wind was high just before; but scarce a breath was felt, all the time we were assembled before God. I praised God for this also. Is it enthusiasm to see God in every benefit which we receive?

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I preached at Newlands, and endeavored to remove the offenses which had crept in among the simple people. In the evening I preached at Sheep-Hill. It rained all the time; but that little disturbed either the congregation or me.

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I preached at Whickham, before Mrs. Armstrong’s door. I was a little surprised at the account she gave of God’s late dealings with her. When her ancient husband, with whom she had lived from her youth, was, on account of a debt contracted by his son, hurried away, and thrown into Durham gaol, — which soon put an end to his life; when she was likely to lose all she had, and to be turned out of doors at fourscore years of age; still the Oracles of God, which she had loved from a child, were her delight and her counselors. But one day, when she put on her spectacles to read, she could not see a word. She was startled at first; but soon said, “It is the Lord; let him do what seemeth him good.” She laid her spectacles down, and casting her eye on the corner of the Bible, thought she could discern some letters. Taking up the book, she read as well as her daughter could; and from that hour, she could not only read without spectacles; but sew, or thread the finest needle, with the same ease as when she was thirty years of age.

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I preached at Biddick to a multitude of colliers, though it rained hard all the time. They seemed all, even some who had long drawn back, to be melted down as wax before the fire. So strong and general an influence on a congregation I do not remember to have seen for some years.

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The congregation at the Keelmen’s Hospital was far too large for my voice to command. I doubt not more than two-thirds could hear; but all were still, till I commended them to the grace of God.

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We rode to Durham, and thence, through very rough roads, and as rough weather, to Barnard-Castle. I was exceeding faint when we came in: However, the time being come, I went into the street, and would have preached but the mob was so numerous and so loud, that it was not possible for many to hear. Nevertheless, I spoke on, and those who were near listened with huge attention. To prevent this, some of the rabble fetched the engine, and threw a good deal of water on the congregation; but not a drop fell on me. After about three quarters of an hour, I returned into the house.

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At five the preaching-house would not contain one half of the congregation. Many stood at the door and windows; far more than could hear. When I come again, perhaps they will hear while they may. We rode hence to Weardale. I had been out of order all night, and found myself now much weaker. However, I trusted in the Strong for strength, and began preaching to a numerous congregation: And I did not want strength, till I had finished my discourse; nor did the people want a blessing.

In the evening we came to Allandale, and found the poor society well-nigh shattered in pieces. Slackness and offense had eaten them up. When I came into the Room, I was just like one of them; having neither life nor strength, and being scarce able either to speak or to stand. But immediately we had a token for good. In a moment I was well. My voice and strength were entirely restored; and I cried aloud, “How shall I give thee up, Ephraim?” The mountains a drain flowed down at His presence, and the rocks were once more broken in pieces.

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I preached at Clifton, near Penrith, to a civil people, who looked just as if I had been talking Greek. The next day we went on to Lorton; a little village, lying in a green, fruitful valley, surrounded by high mountains, the sides of which are covered with grass and woods, and the bottom watered by two small rivers. Here I found myself much out of order again. However, at six I preached to a very large and serious congregation. The Ministers of Lorton, and of the next parish, were among them, that they might hear and judge for themselves.

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I preached at noon to a very different congregation, in the Castle-yard, at Cockermouth. However, they behaved with decency; none interrupting or making any noise.

About five we reached Whitehaven. After a little rest, I went to the Room; but it was rather to be seen than heard. However, I spoke as I could for about half an hour, and then immediately went to bed. But I could not sleep, having a violent flux, with a fever, and continual pain in my stomach. Yet at twelve I fell into a doze, and from that time began to recover.

On Sunday, in the afternoon, I ventured to church; and in the evening preached as I was able.

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I examined the society, and praised God on their behalf.

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I rode to Seaton, a town of colliers, ten measured miles from Whitehaven. The poor people had prepared a kind of pulpit for me, covered at the top and on both sides, and had placed a cushion to kneel upon of the greenest turf in the country. But my voice was still so low, that I fear not half of those who were present could hear.

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I was able to preach again in the morning. One of our friends, who was master of a ship, purposing to set sail on Thursday, 4, for Dublin, I knew not but it would be well to go over with him, supposing the wind should turn fair. It did turn fair that very morning; but being suddenly called on board, he sailed without us. In about six hours the wind turned foul. So I suppose he came back the next morning. In the afternoon we rode to Mr. Blencowe’s, about fifteen miles from Whitehaven. We took a walk in the evening to a little town called Drig, about a mile from his house, where I preached to a small company of plain, serious people. But I fear they understood very little of what they heard.

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I went on with Mr. Milner to Ulverstone. Here a very convenient place for preaching was offered. But few people had any desire to hear. So I went quietly back to my inn.

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We reached Chipping, and were immediately informed, that several there were consulting together how to hinder me from preaching. Mr. Milner, hearing they were net at the next house, went thither, and brought them all with him, who were the Churchwardens and three or four persons more. I spent about a quarter of an hour with them, in call and friendly debate; and they went away much cooler than they came.

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Understanding some designed to go out of church when I went into the pulpit, I thought it would be better for them to go out sooner; and to read Prayers as well as preach. Such a congregation was present, as I believe was never seen there before; and a solemn awe seemed to rest on the whole congregation, from the beginning of the Service to the end. I preached in the afternoon on the conclusion of the Second Lesson, “God was in Christ, reconciling the world unto himself.” The people were all attention. Surely there is no counsel or strength against the Lord.

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We rode to Rough-Lee; and found a large, serious, and quiet congregation. There have been no tumults since Mr. White was removed. He was for some years a Popish Priest. Then he called himself a Protestant, and had the living of Colne. It was his manner first to hire, and then head the mob, when they and he were tolerably drunk. But he drank himself first into a gaol, and then into his grave.

In the evening I preached at Heptonstall. An Attorney, who happened to he in the town, endeavored to interrupt; relating some low, threadbare stories, with a very audible voice. But some of the people cut him short in the midst by carrying him quietly away.

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I preached at six to abundance of people near Ewood; and with an uncommon blessing. Hence we rode to Todmorden. The Minister was slowly recovering from a violent fit of a palsy, with which he was struck immediately after he had been preaching a virulent sermon against the Methodists.

I preached on the side of a mountain, to a large and earnest congregation, and then went on to Mellar-barn. I preached at six in the town; and I suppose all the inhabitants, young and old, were present. Nor have I often seen so large a congregation so universally and deeply affected. My lodging was not such as I should have chosen; but what Providence chooses, is always good. My bed was considerably under ground, the room serving both for a bed-chamber and a cellar. The closeness was more troublesome at first than the coolness: But I let in a little fresh air, by breaking a pane of paper (put by way of glass) in the window; and then slept sound till the morning.

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I rode to Bolton. So hot a day as this, I do not remember to have felt in England. The congregation seemed to forget the heat, though the Room was like an oven. For it was a comfortable hour: God refreshing many souls with the multitude of peace.

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The House was fuller this evening than the last, while I enforced that gracious invitation, “Come unto me, all ye that are weary and heavy-laden.”

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After preaching in the evening, I took occasion to tell the whole congregation, that there had been a mistake concerning the House, which J. B. imagined I had contrived to make my own property: But Mr. Grimshaw had now cleared it up; having assured Mr. B.,

1. That I knew nothing of the deed relating to the House, till after it was made.

2. That I had no property in it still; only a clause was inserted, whereby Mr. G., my brother, and I, were empowered to appoint the Preachers therein.

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I had many little trials in this journey, of a kind I had not known before. I had borrowed a young, strong mare, when I set out from Manchester. But she fell lame before I got to Grimsby. I procured another, but was dismounted again between Newcastle and Berwick. At my return to Manchester, I took my own: But she had lamed herself in the pasture. I thought, nevertheless, to ride her four or five miles today; but she was gone out of the ground, and we could hear nothing of her. However, I comforted myself, that I had another at Manchester, which I had lately bought. But when I came thither, I found one had borrowed her too, and rode her away to Chester.

About noon I preached near Shackerley, at an old man’s house, who was groaning for redemption. We walked together a little way, after preaching: And almost as soon as we parted, the power of God fell upon him, so that he hardly knew whether he was on earth or in heaven. From that hour he has been continually filled with peace and joy in believing. At my return to Bolton, I wrote down a particular account of one that lately adorned the Gospel. It was as follows: —

In APRIL, 1746, CATHERINE WHITAKER went to Halifax, to hear John Nelson. She was before convinced of the truth by reading, and from that time grew more and more serious. The next year John H — called at our house. As he was going, he turned back, took her by the hand, and said, “You must believe, whether you can or no.” As soon as he was gone, she began crying to God, and ceased not, till she knew she did believe in Christ. She never afterward lost the sense of his love; nor could she rest, if she found the least cloud, till it was wholly removed, and the clear light shone again upon her soul.

In May, 1750, she removed to Bolton, and soon after appeared to be consumptive. But she did not spare herself on that account, still rising at five, four, or three in the morning, and continuing to teach her scholars, as usual, till about Christmas, 1751. From that time her bodily strength failed, though she did not keep her room till March. She was then afraid lest she should live to be a burden to her relations; but that fear soon vanished away, and she said, “Now I can leave it all to God. Let me die sooner or later, it is all one.” But she had still some struggle concerning her husband, before she was thoroughly willing to give him up. The next Friday but one before she died, one of her sisters sitting by her, she began singing,

O happy, happy day,

That calls the exiles home!

She immediately joined with her, and sung on to the end of the hymn. The Thursday after, she looked round upon us, and said, “O how I love you all! I am all love. I love every soul God has made.” Her husband asked, “Are you happy?” She said, “O yes:

I cannot fear, I cannot doubt,

I feel the sprinkled blood:

Sing on, sing on,

Let every soul with me cry out,

Thou art my Lord, my God.”

At breakfast she desired a little cold water; on receiving which, she looked up and said, “In a little while, I shall drink new wine in the kingdom of my Father.” About ten o’clock she broke out, —

My God is reconciled,

His pard’ning voice I hear,

He owns me for his child,

I can no longer fear.

One asking her how she did, she said, “I long to be with Him whom my soul loveth.” On Friday and Saturday, being extremely weak, she spake very little. On Sunday morning she said, “So the Lord hat brought us to another Sabbath. ‘Vouchsafe, O Lord, to keep us this day without sin.”’ She then partly sung, and partly repeated, that hymn, —

O when shall I sweetly remove,

O when shall I enter my rest!

Return to the Sion above,

The mother of spirits distress’d!

She then said, “Who is in the house? O, I do not love the staying at home on a Sunday! Desire them all to go to church. When I was most diligent in going to church, I always found the greatest blessings.” At night she said, “Swelled legs! For a little time: There will be no swelled legs in heaven.” About five on Monday morning, March 23, her husband asked, “Do you know me?” She said, “Yes, I do;” and putting her arm round his neck, quickly began to slumber. Waking soon after, she said, “I must make haste, and dress myself for the Bridegroom.” She then dozed afresh; but waking in a few minutes, said, “I am going to Christ;” and fell asleep.

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I rode to Chester, and preached at six, in the accustomed place, a little without the gates, near St. John’s church. One single man, a poor alehouse-keeper, seemed disgusted, spoke a harmless word, and ran away with all speed. All the rest behaved with the utmost seriousness, while I declared “the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ.”

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I preached, at seven, in a much larger house, which was just taken, near St. Martin’s church; as eminent a part of the town as Drury-Lane is in London; or as the Horse-Fair was in Bristol. At church Mr. L—— preached a strong, plain, useful sermon, upon the faith of Abraham. At one I began preaching again, on, “We preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord.” But the house not containing half the congregation, I was obliged to stand at the door, on one side of a kind of square, large enough to contain ten or twelve thousand people. I had a few hours before spoken to the Captain of a vessel, with whom I proposed to sail for Dublin; and the wind being fair, I knew not whether I should stay to preach another sermon in Chester. I find it useful to be in such a state of suspense, wherein I know not what will be the next hour, but lean absolutely on His disposal, who knoweth and ruleth all things well. At four I preached in the Square, to a much larger congregation, among whom were abundance of Gentry. One man screamed and hallooed as loud as he could; but none seconded or regarded him. The rest of the congregation were steadily serious, from the beginning to the end.

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We walked round the walls of the city, which are something more than a mile and three quarters in circumference. But there are many vacant spaces within the walls, many gardens, and a good deal of pasture ground: So that I believe Newcastle-upon-Tyne, within the walls, contains at least a third more houses than Chester.

The greatest convenience here is what they call “the Rows;” that is, covered galleries, which run through the main streets on each side, from east to west, and from north to south; by which means one may walk both clean and dry in any weather, from one end of the city to the other. I preached, at six in the evening, in the Square, to a vast multitude, rich and poor. The far greater part, the Gentry in particular, were seriously and deeply attentive; though a few of the rabble, most of them drunk, labored much to make a disturbance. One might already perceive a great increase of earnestness in the generality of the hearers. So is God able to cut short his work, to wound or heal, in whatever time it pleaseth him.

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Having received letters which made me judge it necessary to be at Bristol as soon as possible, about ten I set out, dined at Birmingham the next day, and thence rode to Redditch.

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Finding the congregation waiting, I began preaching between three and four. I preached at Wallbridge, near Stroud, in the evening, and the next day, before noon, reached Kingswood.

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Having finished my business at Bristol, I took horse again, and preached that evening at Evesham.

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I reached Bilbrook, and Chester. Friday, 3. I was saying in the morning to Mr. Parker, “Considering the good which has been done there already, I wonder the people of Chester are so quiet.” He answered, “You must not expect they will be so always.” Accordingly, one of the first things I heard after I came into the town was, that for two nights before the mob had been employed in pulling down the House where I had preached. I asked, “Were there no Magistrates in the city?” Several answered me, “We went to the Mayor after the first riot, and desired a warrant to bring the rioters before him; but he positively refused to grant any, or to take any informations about it.” So, being undisturbed, they assembled again the next night and finished their work.

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I preached in our Old Room.

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I stood, at seven in the morning, near the ruins of the House, and explained the principles and practice of that sect which is “every where spoken against.” I went afterwards to St. Martin’s church, which stands close to the place. The gentleman who officiated seemed to be extremely moved at several passages of the Second Lesson, Luke 17; particularly, “It is impossible but that offenses will come; but woe unto him through whom they come. It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.”

He began his sermon nearly in these words: “The last Lord’s day I preached on, ‘Doing as you would be done to,’ in hopes of preventing such proceedings as are contrary to all justice, mercy, and humanity. As I could not do that, I have chosen these words for your present consideration, ‘Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of. For the Son of Man is not come to destroy men’s lives, but to save them.’” He concluded nearly thus: “I am sorry any such outrage should be committed, particularly in this parish, where I have been teaching so many years. And to how little purpose! I will remove, as soon as possibly I can, from a place where I can do so little good. O what an account have they to make, who have either occasioned or encouraged these proceedings! May God grant that they may repent in time! That they may know what spirit they are of! That they may, before it is too late, acknowledge and love the truth as it is in Jesus!”

I preached again in the same place at one and at four; and the whole congregation were quiet and serious.

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Finding no ship ready to sail, I determined to return to Whitehaven: So I took horse with my wife between nine and ten, and in the evening preached at Manchester.

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We rode to Bolton; on Wednesday, to Chipping; and on Friday, 10, reached Whitehaven.

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I took my old stand in the market-place, about seven in the morning, and proclaimed “the Lord God, gracious and merciful, forgiving iniquity, transgression, and sin.” In the afternoon we had an awakening sermon at the new church, on, “One thing is needful.” At five I preached in the Room, on, “To fear the Lord, that is wisdom; and to depart from evil, is understanding.”

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I bespoke the cabin in a ship bound for Dublin, which only waited for a wind. About ten at night word was brought that she was ready to sail. We went down to the quay immediately; and found she had sailed out a quarter of an hour before, and was then off at sea. But as another ship had just weighed anchor, we went on board, and sailed without delay. Bat having contrary winds, it was Friday, 17, in the evening, before we reached Dublin.

The house here is nearly of the same size, and of the same form, with that at Newcastle. But having deep galleries on three sides, it will contain a larger number of people.

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I preached at five and eight, but not to so large a congregation as I expected. I was greatly shocked at the behavior of the congregation in St. Patrick’s church. But all their carelessness and indecency did not prevent my finding an uncommon blessing. Between five and six our House was nearly filled; but great part of the hearers seemed utterly unawakened. I marvel how it is, that after all our labor here, there should still be so little fruit.

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I learned the particulars of the late riot. Some weeks ago, a large mob assembled one evening, broke many of the windows, and had just broke into the house, when a guard of soldiers came. The chief rioters were apprehended and tried. But ten or eleven of the Jurymen, being Papists, frightened the twelfth, so that he did not contradict, when they brought in their fellows, “Not guilty.”

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I inquired into the state of the society, still consisting of about four hundred and twenty members; though many had been much shaken, chiefly by various opinions, which some even of our own Preachers had propagated.

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We went to see a friend a few miles from Dublin. Before dinner Mr. Cownley and I took a walk on the seashore. Being somewhat tired, we thought to return a shorter way, by climbing over the rocks. We found little difficulty at first, the ascent not being steep toward the bottom: But as we went higher, it grew steeper and steeper, till we would gladly have gone back if we could. But we could neither go nor look back; so that we had only this choice, — to get quite to the top, or to make one step to the bottom. The stones, likewise, on which we stood, or which we took hold of, frequently gave way, and tumbled; so that I know not whether we were ever in so much danger on the sea, as we were now on the shore. But in half an hour, I know not how, we got upon firm, even ground.

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I met one whom I had formerly seen at Bristol, heaping up money with both hands: And he has now all that the world can give. But he enjoys nothing; having such a continual lowness of spirits, as they call it, that his very life is a burden. He seems partly to understand his own case. May the great Physician heal his sickness!

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I preached in Edinderry at one, and at Closeland in the evening. Tuesday, 28. I preached at Portarlington, though I was extremely ill, and it was a pain to me to speak; but it was a comfortable pain. I could from my heart praise God for his fatherly visitation.

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I rode to Mount-Mellick, but was so hoarse and weak, that I could only preach in the House. Friday, 31. Being not well able to ride, I borrowed Mr. P——’s chair to Tullamore; and on Saturday reached Cooly-Lough, and met many of my friends from all parts. I now found my strength increasing daily: It must be as my day is.

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I baptized Joseph English, (late a Quaker,) and two of his children. Abundance of people were at Tyrrel’s Pass in the evening; many more than the House could contain. At five in the morning, one who had tasted of the love of God, but had afterwards relapsed into his former sins, nay, and sunk into Deism, if not Atheism, was once more cut to the heart. At six in the evening I preached at Drumeree, where many now know in whom they have believed. Mr. Booker, the Minister of D——, met me here; the last man I should have expected. But it cannot last. The same person cannot long admire both John Wesley and John Taylor.

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I preached about noon at Street, to a civil, unconcerned congregation; and about six in the evening, at Abidarrig, a mile short of Kenagh. Many Romanists being present, I found much concern for them, and could not but address myself to them in particular; and exhort them wholly to rely on the one Mediator between God and man.

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We rode to Athlone. Thursday, 6. I preached in a large open place, near the House, to many of the rich, as well as poor.

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I called on a lively man, who is just married in the ninety-second year of his age. He served as an Officer both in King William’s and Queen Anne’s wars; and a year or two ago began to serve the Prince of Peace. He has all his faculties of body and mind entire, works in his garden some hours everyday, and praises God who has prolonged his life to so good a purpose.

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At eight we had the usual congregation in the market-house, and the usual blessing. Mr. G—— preached an excellent sermon at church, on the necessity of the religion of the heart. At five I preached on the Connaught side of the river, to abundance of Romanists as well as Protestants; all of whom seemed convinced that they ought not any longer to “halt between two opinions.”

Here I learned, from her husband, that Rose Longworth found peace with God in June, 1749. This she never lost, and often rejoiced with joy unspeakable. From that time she was always remarkably serious, and walked closely with God.

About Easter, 1751, she found a great decay of her bodily strength; but of this she never complained, being only concerned lest her soul should suffer loss. In July following, she was removed into the country, but still continued walking in the light. Toward the latter end of the month, apprehending her time was short, she desired to return to Athlone. On Saturday, the 21st, she returned, extremely weak, bat continually praising God; and all the following week expressing a strong “desire to depart, and be with Christ.”

Mr.—— administered the sacrament to her on Sunday. She could speak little, but said she had no doubt of her salvation. He was deeply affected, and said he believed her, but could scarce speak for tears. When she could not be heard, she had her eyes constantly fixed upward, and her lips moving. In the afternoon she fainted away. Coming to herself, she said, “Ah! I was disappointed; I thought I had escaped.” She then prayed for her husband, for her parents, for the society, the Church, and the whole world. Fainting again, and coming to herself, she cried out, “See my Redeemer! See my Redeemer! See how his blood streams! I see the Lamb in glory. I see the Lamb in glory. Fare ye well. God be with you. Fare ye well.” She then ceased to speak, and went to God.

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I preached at Aghrim, and found the people much alive to God. Tuesday, 11. I rode over to Mr. M——’s. How gracious has God been to this family! Three years ago, his youngest daughter, after she had received a clear sense of the love of God, was brought to the gates of death, and continues still just on the wing for eternity. His other daughter was suddenly struck last year; and after having witnessed a good confession to all that were round about her, went to God in the full triumph of faith. Some months since, Mr. M——’s brother began to decline; and two or three weeks ago, full of unutterable peace and joy, went to Him whom his soul loved.

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In the evening I preached at Birr. I scarce ever saw so large, so genteel, and so serious a congregation there before. The next evening I reached Limerick.

I spent Friday and Saturday in conference with our Preachers, and the next week spake with each of the members of the society; many of whom, I now found, were “rooted and grounded in love,” and “zealous of good works.”

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I rode through heavy rain to Shronill, and to Cork the next day.

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At eight the House would not near contain the congregation: Yet I judged a small congregation with peace, preferable to a large one with noise and tumult.

On Monday and Tuesday I carefully examined the society, put away those who did not walk according to the Gospel, and found about three hundred who still strive to have “a conscience void of offense toward God, and toward man.”

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I preached in the market-place at Kinsale. The next morning, at eight, I walked to the Fort. On the hill above it we found a large, deep hollow, capable of containing two or three thousand people. On one side of this, the soldiers soon cut a place with their swords for me to stand, where I was screened both from the wind and sun, while the congregation sat on the grass before me. Many eminent sinners were present, particularly of the army; and I believe God gave them a loud call to repentance.

In the evening I called sinners to repentance in the main street, at Bandon. On Thursday and Friday the rain drove us into the market-house. Indeed, I hardly remember two dry days together since I landed in Ireland. Saturday,

29. I returned to Cork, and spent a comfortable day; having a strong hope, that God will “lift up the hands that hang down.” Monday, 31. I rode to Clonmell. A wide door was opened here a year ago; but one evening, just after sermon was ended, the room in which the preaching had been, fell. Two or three persons were hurt thereby; for which reason, (could one desire a better?) the people of the town vowed that no Methodists should ever more preach in Clonmell.

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I preached at Waterford. Only one poor man behaved amiss: His case is really to be pitied. Some time since he had strong desires to serve God, and had broke off his outward sins, when Mr.——, one of the Prebendaries, told him, he did very wrong to go after those fellows; and made him promise to hear them no more. He kept his word, and turned back, as a dog to his vomit, wallowing in sin, as he did before. But he does not go to the Methodists; so all is well: He may go to the devil and welcome.

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At eleven Mr. Walsh began preaching in Irish in the market-house. It being market-day, the people flocked from all sides: Many of them seriously attended. A few of the rabble cursed and swore, but did not make a considerable interruption.

At five I went to the Court-House, and began preaching; but the mob was so numerous and noisy that few could hear. Perceiving the noise increase more and more, I walked through the midst of the mob to my lodgings. They hallooed, and shouted, and cursed amain: Hitherto could they come but no further.

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(So we must call it now, seeing the New Style now takes place.) I rode to the bog of Boiree, where a great and effectual door is opened. On Friday evening we rode on to Goree, and the next day to Dublin.

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I made an end of Mr. V——’s “Essay on the Happiness of the Life to come.” I am glad it is wrote in French: Probably not many in Ireland will be at the pains of reading it. He is a lively, sensible writer; but I cannot believe his hypothesis, while I believe the Bible.

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We had our first watch-night in the new House; and it was a night that will not soon be forgotten. On Tuesday I rode to Portarlington, and the next day to Birr, through so violent a storm, that my strength was utterly exhausted, and how I should preach I knew not. But God soon renewed my strength: And on Thursday, 21, I arose lively and well; and in the afternoon, through continued rain, came, very wet, but not tired, to Limerick.

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We reached Cork. Sunday, 24. In the evening I proposed to the society the building a preaching-house. The next day ten persons subscribed an hundred pounds; another hundred was subscribed in three or four days, and a piece of ground taken. I saw a double providence now in our not sailing last week. If we had, probably this house had never been built; and it is most likely we should have been cast away. Above thirty ships, we were informed, have been lost on these coasts in the late storm.

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We had in the morning at St. Paul’s, a strong, close, practical sermon; and another at our own church in the afternoon, delivered in an earnest, affectionate manner. We had a solemn season likewise at the Room; so that this day was a day of joy and thanksgiving. The wind being contrary still, on Monday, 2, I rode once more to Bandon. But though I came unexpected, the House was too small to contain one half of the congregation; so I preached in the street, both this evening, and at five on Tuesday morning; the moon giving us as much light as we wanted, till the sun supplied her place. I then returned to Cork. On Friday, 6, the ship being under sail, we took boat, and came to Cove in the evening. All the inns being full, we lodged at a private house; but we found one inconvenience herein: We had nothing to eat; for our provisions were on board, and there was nothing to be bought in the town; neither flesh, nor fish, nor butter, nor cheese. At length we procured some eggs and bread, and were well contented.

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We were called early by the pilot, and told we must rise and go on board. We did so, and found a large number of passengers: But the wind turning, most of them went on shore. At eleven I preached to those that were let. About six it blew a storm: But we were anchored in a safe harbor; so it neither hurt nor disturbed us.

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Finding there was no probability of sailing soon, we went up to Mr. P——’s, near Passage. I preached there in the street about four, to most of the inhabitants of the town. They behaved very quietly; but very few seemed either convinced or affected.

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We had another violent storm: It made Mr. P——’s house rock to and fro, though it was a new, strong house, and covered on all sides with hills, as well as with trees. We afterwards heard, that several ships were lost on the coast. Only one got into the harbor, but grievously shattered, her rigging torn in pieces, and her main-mast gone by the board.

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I rode to Cork once more, and was very fully employed all the day. The next morning we returned to Cove, and about noon got out of the harbor. We immediately found the effects of the late storm, the sea still boiling like a pot. The moon set about eight, but the Northern Lights abundantly supplied her place. Soon after, God smoothed the face of the deep, and gave us a small, fair wind.

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I read over Pascal’s “Thoughts.” What could possibly induce such a creature as Voltaire to give such an author as this a good word; unless it was, that he once wrote a satire? And so his being a satirist might atone even for his being a Christian.

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About seven we sailed into Kingroad, and happily concluded our little voyage. I now rested a week at Bristol and Kingswood, preaching only morning and evening.

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Having heard grievous complaints of the society in Kingswood, as if there were many disorderly walkers therein, I made a particular inquiry; and I found there was one member who drank too much in January or February last. But I could not find one who at this time lived in any outward sin whatever. When shall we be aware of the accuser of the brethren? How long shall we be ignorant of his devices; and suffer him, by these loose, indeterminate accusations, to make our minds evil-affected toward each other?

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I rode to Wick, and rejoiced over a people who have run well from the beginning. The person at whose house I preached, was supposed to be at the point of death. But ease or pain, life or death, was welcome to her. She desired indeed “to depart, and to be with Christ;” but it was with perfect resignation; her will being swallowed up in the will of Him whom her soul loved.

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The remains of Elizabeth Man being brought to the Room, I preached on, “Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord.” How plain an instance is here of grace so changing the heart, as to leave no trace of the natural temper! I remember her fretful, peevish, murmuring, discontented with every thing. But for more than a year before she died, God laid the axe to the root of the tree; all her peevishness and fretfulness were gone; she was always content, always thankful. She was not only constant in prayer, and in all the ordinances of God, but abundant in praise and thanksgiving. Often her soul was so filled with love and praise, that her body was quite overpowered. On Sunday morning she said, “I am struck with death.” Her pains were violent all the day; but they interrupted not her prayer and praise, and exhortation to those about her; till, about three in the morning, having finished her work, she was set at liberty. Sunday, 29, was an useful day to my soul. I found more than once trouble and heaviness; but I called upon the name of the Lord; and he gave me a clear, full approbation of his way, and a calm, thankful acquiescence in his will.

I cannot but stand amazed at the goodness of God. Others are most assaulted on the weak side of their soul; but with me it is quite otherwise: If I have any strength at all, (and I have none but what I have received,) it is in forgiving injuries: And on this very side am I assaulted, more frequently than on any other. Yet leave me not here one hour to myself, or I shall betray myself and Thee!

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I rode to Salisbury, and in the two following days examined severally the members of the society; and on Thursday, left them determined to stand in the good old way, in all the ordinances and commandments of God.

In the evening I endeavored to reunite the little scattered flock at Winterburn.

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I rode to Reading; and on Saturday, to London.

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A remarkable note was given me in the evening: It ran in these words: —

“James Thompson, sailor on board the George and Mary, a Sunderland collier, bound for Middleburgh, in September last, met with a gale of wind, which wrecked her on the Baynard Sands, off the coast of Zealand. Here every soul perished, save himself, who was for three days and three nights floating on a piece of the wreck, with another man dead by his side, in which time the poor sufferer had lost his senses. At length he was taken up by the Dolphin Packet, and escaped safe to laud. He is now willing to return hearty thanks to God, and to proclaim his deliverance to the world, that all who hear it may ‘praise the Lord for his goodness, and declare the wonders that he doeth for the children of men.”’

In the remaining part of this, and in the following month, I prepared the rest of the books for the “Christian Library;” a work by which I have lost above two hundred pounds. Perhaps the next generation may know the value of it.

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