Tuesday, 22nd January 1743

I went to South Biddick, a village of colliers seven miles southeast of Newcastle. The spot where I stood was just at the bottom of a semicircular hill, on the rising sides of which many hundreds stood; but fare more on the plain beneath. I cried to them in the words of the prophet, "O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord!" [Ezek. 37:4]. Deep attention sat on every face; so that here also I believe it would be well to preach weekly.