<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188</id><updated>2011-11-28T15:19:37.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>John Wesley's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>The journal of the English preacher and founder of Methodism, John Wesley. Posted as a blog from his journals from 1737 onwards. Please note that this is posted as if "in real time" so there will be wide gaps where Wesley's journal falls silent for a while. In these gaps I may post other excerpts of interest from his writings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-2842523257635042811</id><published>2011-07-25T08:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T08:39:00.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 25th July 1745</title><content type='html'>I came back safe, blessed be God, to Bristol. I found both my soul and body much refreshed in this peaceful place. Thursday, August 1, and the following days, we had our second  Conference, with as many of our brethren that labor in the Word as could  be present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-2842523257635042811?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/2842523257635042811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=2842523257635042811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/2842523257635042811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/2842523257635042811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/07/thursday-25th-july-1745.html' title='Thursday, 25th July 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-5112545764559452235</id><published>2011-07-10T08:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T08:37:00.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 10th July 1745</title><content type='html'>In the evening I began to expound (at Trevonan, in Morva), "Ho! every one that thirsteth, come yet to the waters." In less than a quarter of an hour, the constable and his companions came and read the proclamation against riots.  When he had done, I told him, "We will do as you require: we will disperse within an hour"; and went on with my sermon. After preaching, I had designed to meet the society alone. But many others also followed with such earnestness that I could not turn them back: so I exhorted them all to love their enemies as Christ hath loved us. They felt what was spoken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-5112545764559452235?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/5112545764559452235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=5112545764559452235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/5112545764559452235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/5112545764559452235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/07/wednesday-10th-july-1745.html' title='Wednesday, 10th July 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-3380849137408547221</id><published>2011-07-09T08:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T08:36:00.877+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 9th July 1745</title><content type='html'>I had just begun preaching at St. Just, when Mr. E. came once more, took me by the hand, and said I must go with him. To avoid making a tumult, I went. He said I had promised last week not to come again to St. Just for a month. I absolutely denied the having made any such promise. After about half an hour, he handed me back to my inn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-3380849137408547221?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/3380849137408547221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=3380849137408547221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/3380849137408547221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/3380849137408547221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/07/tuesday-9th-july-1745.html' title='Tuesday, 9th July 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-1458197573532531681</id><published>2011-07-08T08:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:34:00.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 8th July 1745</title><content type='html'>I preached at five on "Watch and pray," to a quiet and earnest congregation. We then rode on to St. Ives, the most still and honorable post (so are the times changed) which we have in Cornwall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-1458197573532531681?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/1458197573532531681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=1458197573532531681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/1458197573532531681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/1458197573532531681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/07/monday-8th-july-1745.html' title='Monday, 8th July 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-1870090840230015193</id><published>2011-07-07T08:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T08:33:00.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 7th July 1745</title><content type='html'>I preached, at five, to a quiet congregation, and about eight, at Stithians. Between six and seven in the evening we came to Tolcarn. Hearing the mob was rising again, I began preaching immediately. I had not spoken a quarter of an hour before they came in view. One Mr. Trounce rode up first and began speaking to me, wherein he was roughly interrupted by his companions. Yet, as I stood on a high wall and kept my eyes upon them, many were softened and grew calmer and calmer; which some of their champions observing, went round and suddenly pushed me down. I lit on my feet without any hurt; finding myself close to the warmest of the horsemen, I took hold of his hand and held it fast while I expostulated the case. As for being convinced, he was quite about it: however, both he and his fellows grew much milder, and we parted very civilly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-1870090840230015193?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/1870090840230015193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=1870090840230015193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/1870090840230015193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/1870090840230015193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunday-7th-july-1745.html' title='Sunday, 7th July 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-6200876340866171049</id><published>2011-07-06T08:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T08:31:00.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 6th July 1745</title><content type='html'>I rode with Mr. Shepherd to Gwennap.  Here also we found the people in the utmost consternation. Word was brought that a great company of tinners, made drunk on purpose, were coming to do terrible things. I labored much to compose their minds, but fear had no ears; so that abundance of people went away. I preached to the rest on "Love your enemies." The event showed this also was a false alarm, an artifice of the devil, to hinder men from hearing the Word of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-6200876340866171049?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/6200876340866171049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=6200876340866171049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/6200876340866171049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/6200876340866171049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-6th-july-1745.html' title='Saturday, 6th July 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-7655562412301152288</id><published>2011-07-04T08:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T08:25:00.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 4th July 1745</title><content type='html'>I rode to Falmouth. About three in the afternoon I went to see a gentlewoman who had been long indisposed. Almost as soon as I sat down, the house was beset on all sides by an innumerable multitude of people. A louder or more confused noise could hardly be at the taking of a city by storm.  At first Mrs. B. and her daughter endeavored to quiet them. But it was labor lost. They might as well have attempted to still the raging of the sea. They were soon glad to shift for themselves and leave K. E. and me to do as well as we could. The rabble roared with all their throats, "Bring out the Canorum! Where is the Canorum?" (an unmeaning word which the Cornish generally use instead of Methodist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No answer being given, they quickly forced open the outer door and filled the passage. Only a wainscot partition was between us, which was not likely to stand long. I immediately took down a large looking glass which hung against it, supposing the whole side would fall in at once. When they began their work with abundance of bitter imprecations, poor Kitty was utterly astonished and cried out, "O sir, what must we do?" I said, "We must pray." Indeed at that time, to all appearance, our lives were not worth an hour's purchase. She asked, "But, sir, is it not better for you to hide yourself? to get into the closet?" I answered, "No. It is best for me to stand just where I am." Among those without were the crews of some privateers which were lately come into harbor. Some of these, being angry at the slowness of the rest, thrust them away and, coming up all together, set their shoulders to the inner door and cried out, "Avast, lads, avast!" Away went all the hinges at once, and the door fell back into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped forward at once into the midst of them and said, "Here I am. Which of you has anything to say to me? To which of you have I done any wrong? To you? Or you? Or you?" I continued speaking till I came, bareheaded as I was (for I purposely left my hat that they might all see my face) into the middle of the street and then raising my voice said, "Neighbors, countrymen! Do you desire to hear me speak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cried vehemently, "Yes, yes. He shall speak. He shall.  Nobody shall hinder him." But having nothing to stand on and no advantage of ground, I could be heard by few only. However, I spoke without intermission and, as far as the sound reached, the people were still; till one or two of their captains turned about and swore that not a man should touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Thomas, a clergyman, then came up and asked, "Are you not ashamed to use a stranger thus?" He was soon seconded by two or three gentlemen of the town and one of the aldermen; with whom I walked down the town, speaking all the time, till I came to Mrs. Maddern's house. The gentlemen proposed sending for my horse to the door and desired me to step in and rest the meantime. But, on second thought, they judged it not advisable to let me go out among the people again: so they chose to send my horse before me to Penryn and to send me thither by water, the sea running close by the back door of the house in which we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw before, no, not at Walsal itself, the hand of God so plainly shown as here. There I had many companions who were willing to die with me: here, not a friend but one simple girl, who likewise was hurried away from me in an instant as soon as ever she came out of Mrs. B.'s door. There I received some blows, lost part of my clothes, and was covered over with dirt: here, although the hands of perhaps some hundreds of people were lifted up to strike or throw, yet they were one and all stopped in the midway; so that not a man touched me with one of his fingers, neither was anything thrown from first to last; so that I had not even a speck of dirt on my clothes. Who can deny that God heareth prayer, or that He hath all power in heaven and earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took boat at about half an hour past five. Many of the mob waited at the end of the town, who, seeing me escaped out of their hands, could only revenge themselves with their tongues.  But a few of the fiercest ran along the shore, to receive me at my landing. I walked up the steep narrow passage from the sea, at the top of which the foremost man stood. I looked him in the face and said, "I wish you a good night." He spake not nor moved hand or foot till I was on horseback. Then he said, "I wish you were in hell," and turned back to his companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I came within sight of Tolcarn (in Wendron parish), where I was to preach in the evening, I was met by many, running as it were for their lives and begging me to go no further. I asked, "Why not?" They said, "The churchwardens and constables and all the heads of the parish are waiting for you at the top of the hill and are resolved to have you: they have a special warrant from the justices met at Helstone, who will stay there till you are brought." I rode directly up the hill and observing four or five horsemen, well dressed, went straight to them and said, "Gentlemen, has any of you anything to say to me?__I am John Wesley."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them appeared extremely angry at this, that I should presume to say I was "Mr. John Wesley." And I know not how I might have fared for advancing so bold an assertion but that Mr. Collins, the minister of Redruth (accidently, as he said) came by. Upon his accosting me and saying he knew me at Oxford, my first antagonist was silent, and a dispute of another kind began: whether this preaching had done any good. I appealed to matter of fact. He allowed (after many words), "People are the better for the present"; but added, "To be sure, by and by they will be as bad, if not worse than ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he rode away, one of the riders said, "Sir, I would speak with you a little; let us ride to the gate." We did so, and he said, "Sir, I will tell you the ground of this. All the gentlemen of these parts say that you have been a long time in France and Spain and are now sent hither by the Pretender; and that these societies are to join him." Nay, surely "all the gentlemen in these parts" will not lie against&lt;br /&gt;their own conscience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode hence to a friend's house, some miles off, and found the sleep of a laboring man is sweet. I was informed there were many here also who had an earnest desire to hear "this preaching," but they did not dare; Sir ___ V___n having solemnly declared, nay, and that in the face of the whole congregation as they were coming out of the church, "If any man of this parish dares hear these fellows, he shall not come to my Christmas feast!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-7655562412301152288?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/7655562412301152288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=7655562412301152288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/7655562412301152288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/7655562412301152288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/07/thursday-4th-july-1745.html' title='Thursday, 4th July 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-4430719212150501061</id><published>2011-07-03T08:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T08:18:00.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 3rd July 1745</title><content type='html'>I waited till nine; but no Mr. Eustick came. I then desired Mr. Shepherd to go and inquire for him at the house wherein he had lodged; he met him, coming, as he thought, to our inn. But after waiting some time, we inquired again and learned he had turned aside to another house in the town. I went thither and asked, "Is Mr. Eustick here?" After some pause, one said, "Yes," and showed me into the parlor. When he came down he said, "O sir, will you be so good as to go with me to the doctor's?" I answered, "Sir, I came for that purpose." "Are you ready, sir?" I answered, "Yes." "Sir, I am not quite ready. In a little time, sir, in a quarter of an hour, I will wait upon you. I will come to William Chenhall's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about three quarters of an hour he came, and finding there was no remedy, he called for his horse and put forward toward Dr. Borlase's house; but he was in no haste, so that we were an hour and a quarter riding three or four measured miles. As soon as we came into the yard he asked a servant, "Is the doctor at home?" upon whose answering, "No, sir, he is gone to church," he presently said, "Well, sir, I have executed my commission. I have done, sir; I have no more to say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About noon Mr. Shepherd and I reached St. Ives.  After a few hours' rest, we rode to Gwennap. Finding the house would not contain one fourth of the people, I stood before the door. I was reading my text when a man came, raging as if he had just broken out of the tombs; and, riding into the thickest of the people, seized three or four, one after another, none lifting up a hand against him. A second (gentleman, so called) soon came after, if possible more furious than he, and ordered his men to seize on some others, Mr. Shepherd in particular. Most of the people, however, stood still as they were before and began singing a hymn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon this Mr. B. lost all patience and cried out with all his might, "Seize him, seize him. I say, seize the preacher for his Majesty's service." But no one stirring, he rode up and struck several of his attendants, cursing them bitterly for not doing as they were bidden. Perceiving still that they would not move, he leaped off his horse, swore he would do it himself, and caught hold of my cassock crying, "I take you to serve his Majesty." A servant taking his horse, he took me by the arm, and we walked arm in arm for about three quarters of a mile. He entertained me all the time with the "wickedness of the fellows belonging to the society." When he was taking breath, I said, "Sir, be they what they will, I apprehend it will not justify you in seizing me in this manner and violently carrying me away, as you said, to serve his Majesty." He replied, "I seize you! And violently carry you away! No, sir, no. Nothing like it. I asked you to go with me to my house, and you said you were willing; and if so, you are welcome; and if not, you are welcome to go where you please." I answered, "Sir, I know not if it would be safe for me to go back through this rabble." "Sir," said he, "I will go with you myself." He then called for his horse, and another for me, and rode back with me to the place from&lt;br /&gt;whence he took me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-4430719212150501061?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/4430719212150501061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=4430719212150501061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/4430719212150501061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/4430719212150501061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/07/wednesday-3rd-july-1745.html' title='Wednesday, 3rd July 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-3462240436926757793</id><published>2011-07-02T08:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T08:15:00.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, July 2nd 1745</title><content type='html'>I preached in the evening at St. Just. I observed not only several gentlemen there who I suppose never came before, but a large body of tinners, who stood at a distance from the rest; and a great multitude of men, women, and children beside, who seemed not well to know why they came.  Almost as soon as we had done singing, a kind of gentlewoman began. I have seldom seen a poor creature take so much pains.  She scolded, and screamed, and spit and stamped, and wrung her hands, and distorted her face and body all manner of ways. I took no notice of her at all, good or bad, nor did almost anyone else. Afterward I heard she was one that had been bred a Papist; and when she heard we were so, rejoiced greatly. No wonder she would be proportionately angry when she was disappointed of her hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Eustick, a neighboring gentleman, came just as I was concluding my sermon. The people opening to the right and left, he came up to me and said, "Sir, I have a warrant from Dr. Borlase, and you must go with me." Then, turning around, he said, "Sir, are you Mr. Shepherd? If so, you are mentioned in the warrant too. Be pleased, sir, to come with me." We walked with him to a public house near the end of the town. Here he asked me if I was willing to go with him to the doctor. I told him, just then, if he pleased. "Sir," said he, "I must wait upon you to your inn; and in the morning, if you will be so good as to go with me, I will show you the way." So he handed me back to my inn and retired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-3462240436926757793?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/3462240436926757793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=3462240436926757793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/3462240436926757793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/3462240436926757793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/07/tuesday-july-2nd-1745.html' title='Tuesday, July 2nd 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-3242284865362326712</id><published>2011-06-29T08:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T08:12:00.229+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 29th June 1745</title><content type='html'>I preached at St. Just again and at Morva and Zennor on Sunday, 30. About six in the evening, I began preaching at St. Ives, in the street, near John Nance's door. A multitude of people were quickly assembled, both high and low, rich and poor; and I observed not any creature to laugh or smile, or hardly move hand or foot. I expounded the gospel for the day, beginning with, "Then drew near all the publicans and sinners for to hear him" [Luke 15:1]. A little before seven came Mr. Edwards from the mayor and ordered one to read the proclamation against riots. I concluded quickly after; but the body of the people appeared utterly unsatisfied, not knowing how to go away. Forty or fifty of them begged they might be present at the meeting of the society; and we rejoiced together for an hour in such a manner as I&lt;br /&gt;had never known before in Cornwall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-3242284865362326712?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/3242284865362326712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=3242284865362326712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/3242284865362326712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/3242284865362326712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/06/saturday-29th-june-1745.html' title='Saturday, 29th June 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-4556810114420255310</id><published>2011-06-22T08:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T08:10:00.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 22nd June 1745</title><content type='html'>We reached St. Ives about two in the morning. At five I preached on "Love your enemies"; and at Gwennap, in the evening, on "All that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard today that as soon as Mr. Maxfield came to Penzance, they put him down into the dungeon; and that the mayor being inclined to let him go, Dr. Borlase had gone thither on purpose and had himself read the Articles of War in the court and delivered him to one who was to act as an officer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-4556810114420255310?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/4556810114420255310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=4556810114420255310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/4556810114420255310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/4556810114420255310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/06/saturday-22nd-june-1745.html' title='Saturday, 22nd June 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-120929490100967440</id><published>2011-06-21T08:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T08:04:00.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 21st June 1745</title><content type='html'>We rode to Marazion. (Vulgarly called Market-jew.) Finding the justices were not met, we walked up St. Michael's Mount. The house at the top is surprisingly large and pleasant. Sir John St. Aubyn had taken much pains, and been at a considerable expense, in repairing and beautifying the apartments; and when the seat was finished, the owner died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two, Mr. Thompson and I went into the room where the justices and commissioners were. After a few minutes, Dr. Borlase stood up and asked whether we had any business. I told him, "We have." We desired to be heard concerning one who was lately apprehended at Crowan. He said, "Gentlemen, the business of Crowan does not come on yet. You shall be sent for when it does." So we retired and waited in another room, till after nine o'clock. They delayed the affair of Mr. Maxfield (as we imagined they would) to the very last. About nine he was called. I would have gone in then; but Mr. Thompson advised to wait a little longer. The next information we received was that they had sentenced him to go for a soldier. Hearing this, we went straight to the commission chamber. But the honorable gentlemen were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had ordered Mr. Maxfield to be immediately put on board a boat and carried for Penzance. We were informed that they had first offered him to a Captain of a man-of-war that was just come into the harbor. But he answered, "I have no authority to take such men as these, unless you would have me give him so much a week to preach and pray to my people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ff_peerindex_tooltip"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-120929490100967440?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/120929490100967440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=120929490100967440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/120929490100967440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/120929490100967440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/06/friday-21st-june-1745.html' title='Friday, 21st June 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-4287714807876855681</id><published>2011-06-19T11:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T11:26:00.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, June 19 1745</title><content type='html'>(Redruth).--Being informed here of what had befallen Mr. Maxfield, we turned aside toward Crowan churchtown. But in the way we received information that he had been removed from thence the night before. It seems that the valiant constables who guarded him, having received timely notice that a body of five hundred Methodists was coming to take him away by force, had, with great precipitation, carried him two miles further to the house of one Henry Tomkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we found him, nothing terrified by his adversaries. I desired Henry Tomkins to show me the warrant. It was directed by Dr. Borlase, and his father, and Mr. Eustick, to the constables and overseers of several parishes, requiring them to "apprehend all such able-bodies men as had no lawful calling or sufficient maintenance"; and to bring them before the aforesaid gentlemen at Marazion, on Friday, 21, to be examined whether they were proper persons to serve his Majesty in the land-service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was endorsed by the steward of Sir John St. Aubyn with the names of seven or eight persons, most of whom were well-known to have lawful callings and a sufficient maintenance thereby. But that was all one: they were called "Methodists"; therefore, soldiers they must be. Underneath was added, "A person, his name unknown, who disturbs the peace of the parish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word to the wise. The good men easily understood this could be none but the Methodist preacher; for who "disturbs the peace of the parish" like one who tells all drunkards, whoremongers, and common swearers, "You are in the high road to hell"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came out of the house, forty or fifty myrmidons stood ready to receive us. But I turned full upon them and their courage failed, nor did they recover till we were at some distance. Then they began blustering again and throwing stones; one of which struck Mr. Thompson's servant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-4287714807876855681?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/4287714807876855681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=4287714807876855681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/4287714807876855681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/4287714807876855681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/06/wednesday-june-19-1745.html' title='Wednesday, June 19 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-5437578489856485362</id><published>2011-05-10T10:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T10:54:48.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, April 6th 1745</title><content type='html'>Mr. Stephenson, of whom I bought the ground on which our house is built, came at length, after delaying it more than two years, and executed the writings. So I am freed from one more care. May I in everything make known my request to God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-5437578489856485362?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/5437578489856485362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=5437578489856485362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/5437578489856485362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/5437578489856485362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/05/saturday-april-6th-1745.html' title='Saturday, April 6th 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-4474776144087837411</id><published>2011-03-14T09:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:57:51.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, March 3. 1745</title><content type='html'>Wesley's Effective Letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking up Pilgrim Street, hearing a man call after me, I stood still. He came up and used much abusive language, intermixed with many oaths and curses.  Several people came out to see what was the matter; on which he pushed me twice or thrice and went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon inquiry, I found this man had signalized himself a long season by abusing and throwing stones at any of our family who went that way. Therefore I would not lose the opportunity, but on Monday, 4, sent him the following note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Robert Young,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I expect to see you, between this and Friday and to hear from you that you are sensible of your fault; otherwise, in pity to your soul, I shall be obliged to inform the magistrates of your assaulting me yesterday in the street.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your real friend,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; John Wesley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within two or three hours, Robert Young came and promised a quite different behavior. So did this gentle reproof, if not save a soul from death, yet prevent a multitude of sins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-4474776144087837411?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/4474776144087837411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=4474776144087837411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/4474776144087837411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/4474776144087837411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday-march-3-1745.html' title='Sunday, March 3. 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-1029658103075933410</id><published>2011-03-14T09:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:54:22.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, February 18, 1745</title><content type='html'>I set out with Richard Moss from London for Newcastle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-1029658103075933410?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/1029658103075933410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=1029658103075933410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/1029658103075933410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/1029658103075933410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/03/monday-february-18-1745.html' title='Monday, February 18, 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-9029020605786228851</id><published>2011-02-24T11:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:52:56.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, January 5 1745</title><content type='html'>I had often wondered at myself (and sometimes mentioned it to others) that ten thousand cares, of various kinds, were no more weight and burden to my mind than ten thousand hairs were to my head. Perhaps I began to ascribe something of this to my own strength. And thence it might be that on Sunday, 13, that strength was  withheld, and I felt what it was to be troubled about many things. One and another hurrying me continually, it seized upon my spirit more and more till I found it absolutely necessary to fly for my life, and that without delay. So the next day, Monday, 14, I took horse and rode away from Bristol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Bath and Bristol I was earnestly desired to turn aside and call at the house of a poor man, William Shalwood.  I found him and his wife sick in one bed, and with small hopes of the recovery of either. Yet (after prayer) I believed they would "not die, but live, and declare the loving-kindness of the Lord." The next time I called he was sitting downstairs, and his wife able to go abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we came into the house at Bristol, my soul was lightened of her load, of that insufferable weight which had lain upon my mind, more or less, for several days. On Sunday, several of our friends from Wales and other parts joined with us in the great sacrifice of thanksgiving. And every day we found more and more cause to praise God and to give Him thanks for His still increasing benefits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-9029020605786228851?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/9029020605786228851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=9029020605786228851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/9029020605786228851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/9029020605786228851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/02/saturday-january-5-1745.html' title='Saturday, January 5 1745'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-1709757088968902384</id><published>2011-02-22T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:53:17.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, December 27th 1744</title><content type='html'>I called on the solicitor whom I had employed in the suit lately commenced in chancery; and here I first saw that foul monster, a chancery bill! A scroll it was of forty-two pages, in large folio, to tell a story which needed not to have taken up forty lines! and stuffed with such stupid senseless, improbable lies (many of them, too, quite foreign to the question) as, I believe, would have cost the compiler his life in any heathen court of either Greece or Rome. And this is equity in a Christian country! This is the English method of redressing other grievances!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-1709757088968902384?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/1709757088968902384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=1709757088968902384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/1709757088968902384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/1709757088968902384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2011/02/thursday-december-27th-1744.html' title='Thursday, December 27th 1744'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-1759462767414046370</id><published>2010-08-24T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:16:58.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, August 24th 1744</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(St. Bartholomew's day.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I preached, I suppose the last time, at St. Mary's [Oxford]. Be it so. I am now clear of the blood of these men. I have fully delivered my own soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Beadle came to me afterwards and told me the Vice-Chancellor had sent him for my notes. I sent them without delay, not without admiring the wise providence of God. Perhaps few men of note would have given a sermon of mine the reading if I had put it into their hands; but by this means it came to be read, probably more than once, by every man of eminence in the University.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-1759462767414046370?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/1759462767414046370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=1759462767414046370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/1759462767414046370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/1759462767414046370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-august-24th-1744.html' title='Friday, August 24th 1744'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-6451653189864811379</id><published>2010-06-22T12:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:44:07.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 25th June 1744</title><content type='html'>The First Methodist Conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and the five following days we spent in conference with many of our brethren (come from several parts), who desire nothing but to save their own souls and those who hear them. And surely, as long as they continue thus minded, their labor shall not be in vain in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we endeavored to purge the society of all that did not walk according to the gospel. By this means we reduced the number of members to less than nineteen hundred. But number is an inconsiderable circumstance. May God increase them in faith and love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-6451653189864811379?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/6451653189864811379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=6451653189864811379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/6451653189864811379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/6451653189864811379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/06/monday-25th-june-1744.html' title='Monday, 25th June 1744'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-1276563028875257738</id><published>2010-06-22T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:36:08.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, June 18th 1744</title><content type='html'>I left Epworth; and on Wednesday, 20, in the afternoon, met my brother in London.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-1276563028875257738?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/1276563028875257738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=1276563028875257738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/1276563028875257738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/1276563028875257738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/06/monday-june-18th-1744.html' title='Monday, June 18th 1744'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-688922382926472970</id><published>2010-03-09T08:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T08:52:58.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, November 2nd 1743</title><content type='html'>The following advertisement was published:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FOR THE BENEFIT OF MR. ESTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the Edinburgh Company of Comedians, on Friday, November 4, will be acted a Comedy, called,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE CONSCIOUS LOVERS;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To which will be added a Farce, called,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRICK UPON TRICK, OR METHODISM DISPLAYED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, a vast multitude of spectators were assembled in the Moot Hall to see this. It was believed there could not be less than fifteen hundred people, some hundreds of whom sat on rows of seats built upon the stage. Soon after the comedians had begun the first act of the play, on a sudden all those seats fell down at once, the supporters of them breaking like a rotten stick. The people were thrown one upon another, about five foot forward, but not one of them hurt. After a short time the rest of the spectators were quiet, and the actors went on. In the middle of the second act, all the shilling seats gave a crack, and sank several inches down. A great noise and shrieking followed, and as many as could readily get to the door, went out and returned no more. Notwithstanding this, when the noise was over, the actors went on with the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of the third act the entire stage suddenly sank about six inches: the players retired with great precipitation; yet in a while they began again. At the latter end of the third act, all the sixpenny seats, without any kind of notice, fell to the ground. There was now a cry on every side; it being supposed that many were crushed in pieces. But, upon inquiry, not a single person (such was the mercy of God!) was either killed or dangerously hurt. Two or three hundred remaining still in the hall, Mr. Este (who was to act the Methodist) came upon the stage and told them that for all this he was resolved the farce should be acted. While he was speaking, the stage sank six inches more; at this he ran back in the utmost confusion, and the people as fast as they could out the door, none staying to look behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is most surprising - that those players acted this farce the next week - or that some hundreds of people came again to see it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-688922382926472970?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/688922382926472970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=688922382926472970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/688922382926472970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/688922382926472970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday-november-2nd-1743.html' title='Wednesday, November 2nd 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-4848577615125300890</id><published>2010-03-09T08:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T08:47:02.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 31st  October 1743</title><content type='html'>We set out early in the morning, and in the evening came to Newcastle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-4848577615125300890?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/4848577615125300890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=4848577615125300890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/4848577615125300890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/4848577615125300890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-31st-october-1743.html' title='Monday, 31st  October 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-7822020062106301086</id><published>2010-02-25T15:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:00:39.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 22nd October 1743</title><content type='html'>I rode from Nottingham to Epworth, and on Monday set out for Grimsby: but at Ferry we were at a full stop, the boatmen telling us we could not pass the Trent; it was as much as our lives were worth to put from shore before the storm abated. We waited an hour; but, being afraid it would do much hurt if I should disappoint the congregation at Grimsby, I asked the men if they did not think it possible to get to the other shore. They said they could not tell; but if we would venture our lives, they would venture theirs. So we put off, having six men, two women, and three horses in the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many stood looking after us on the riverside; [when we reached] the middle of the river, in an instant the side of the boat was under water and the horses and men rolling one over another. We expected the boat to sink every moment, but I did not doubt of being able to swim ashore. The boatmen were amazed as well as the rest; but they quickly recovered and rowed for life. And soon after, our horses leaping overboard, the boat was lightened, and we all came unhurt to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wondered what was the matter I did not rise (for I lay alone in the bottom of the boat), and I wondered too, till upon examination I found that a large iron crow, which the boatmen sometimes used, was (none knew how) run through the string of my boot, and was pinning me down that I could not stir. If the boat had sunk, I should have been safe enough from swimming any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day and, as near as we could judge, the same hour, the boat in which my brother was crossing the Severn, at the New Passage, was carried away by the wind and in the utmost danger of splitting upon the rocks. But the same God, when all human hope was past, delivered them as well as us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-7822020062106301086?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/7822020062106301086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=7822020062106301086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/7822020062106301086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/7822020062106301086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-22nd-october-1743.html' title='Saturday, 22nd October 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-794273110498584168</id><published>2010-02-22T11:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:56:31.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, October 20th 1743</title><content type='html'>A Mob at Wednesbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After preaching to a small, attentive congregation (at Birmingham), I roe to Wdnesbury. At twelve I preached in a ground near the middle of the town, to a far larger congregation than was expected, on "Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, and today, and forever" [Heb. 13:8]. I believe everyone present felt the power of God: and no creature offered to molest us, either going or coming; but the Lord fought for us, and we held our peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing at Francis Ward’s, in the afternoon, when the cry arose that the mob had beset the house. We prayed that God would disperse them; and it was so: one went this way, and another that; so that, in half an hour, not a man was left. I told our brethren, "Now is the time for us to go"; but they pressed me exceedingly to stay. So, that I might not offend them, I sat down; though I foresaw what would follow. Before five the mob surrounded the house again in greater numbers than ever. The cry of one and all was "Bring out the minister; we will have the minister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desired one to take their captain by the hand and bring him into the house. After a few sentences interchanged between us, the lion became a lamb. I desired him to go and bring one or two more of the most angry of his companions. He brought in two who were ready to swallow the ground with rage; but in two minutes they were as calm as he. I then bade them make way that I might go out among the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was in the midst of them, I called for a chair; and standing up, asked, "What do any of you want with me?" Some said, "We want you to go with us to the justice." I replied, "That I will, with all my heart." I then spoke a few words, which God applied; so that they cried out, with might and main, "The gentleman is an honest gentleman, and we will spill our blood in his defense." I asked, "Shall we go to the justice tonight, or in the morning?" Most of them cried, "Tonight, tonight"; on which I went before, and two or three hundred followed; the rest returning whence they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night came on before we had walked a mile, together with heavy rain. However, on we went to Bentley Hall, two miles from Wednesbury. One or two ran before to tell Mr. Lane they had brought Mr. Wesley before his worship. Mr. Lane replied, "What have I to do with Mr. Wesley? Go and carry him back again." By this time the main body came up and began knocking at the door. A servant told them Mr. Lane was in bed. His son followed and asked what was the matter. One replied, "Why, an’t please you, they sing psalms all day; nay, and make folks rise at five in the morning. And what would your worship advise us to do?" "To go home," said Mr. Lane, "and be quiet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they were all at a full stop, till one advised to go to Justice Persehouse at Walsal. All agreed to this; so we hastened on and about seven came to his house. But Mr. P--- likewise sent word that he was in bed. Now they were at a stand again; but at last they all thought it the wisest course to make the best of their way home. About fifty of them undertook to convoy me. But we had not gone a hundred yards when the mob of Walsal came, pouring in like a flood, and bore down all before them. The Darlaston mob made what defense they could; but they were weary as well as outnumbered: so that in a short time, many being knocked down, the rest ran away and left me in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To attempt speaking was vain; for the noise on every side was like the roaring of the sea. so they dragged me along till we came to the town; where seeing the door of a large house open, I attempted to go in; but a man, catching me by the hair, pulled me back into the middle of the mob. They made no more stop till they had carried me through the main street, from one end of the town to the other. I continued speaking all the time to those within hearing, feeling no pain or weariness. at the west end of the town,  seeing a door half open, I made toward it and would have gone in; but a gentleman in the shop would not suffer me, saying they would pull the house down to the ground. However, I stood at the door, and asked, ""re you willing to hear me speak?" Many cried out, "No, no! knock his brains out; down with him; kill him at once." Others said, "Nay, but we will hear him first." I began asking, "What evil have I done?  Which of you all have I wronged in word or deed?" And continued speaking for above a quarter of an hour, till my voice suddenly failed: then the floods began to lift up their voice again; many crying out, "Bring him away! bring him away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime my strength and my voice returned, and I broke out aloud in prayer. And now the man who just before headed the mob turned and said, "Sir, I will spend my life for you: follow me, and not one soul here shall touch a hair of your head." Two or three of his fellows confirmed his words and got close to me immediately. At the same time, the gentleman in the shop cried out, "For shame, for shame! Let him go." An honest butcher, who was a little farther off, said it was a shame they should do thus; and he pulled back four or five, one after another, who were running on the most fiercely.  The people then, as if it had been by common consent, fell back to the right and left, while those three or four men took me between them and carried me through them all. But on the bridge the mob rallied again: we therefore went on one side, over the milldam, and thence through the meadows; till, a little before ten, God brought me safe to Wednesbury; I having lost only one flap of my waistcoat and a little skin from one of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw such a chain of providences before, so many convincing proofs that the hand of God is on every person and thing and overruling all as it seemeth Him good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor woman of Darlaston, who had headed that mob and sworn that no one should touch me, when she saw her followers give way, ran into the thickest of the throng and knocked down three or four men, one after another. But many assaulting her at once, she was soon overpowered and had probably been killed in a few minutes (three men keeping her down and beating her with all their might) had not a man called to one of them, "Hold, Tom, hold!" "Who is there?" said Tom: "what, honest Munchin?  Nay, then, let her go." So they held their hand and let her get up and crawl home as well as she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning to the end I found the same presence of mind as if I had been sitting in my own study. But I took no thought for one moment before another; only once it came into my mind that if they should throw me into the river, it would spoil the papers that were in my pocket. For myself, I did not doubt but I should swim across, having but a thin coat and a light pair of boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circumstances that follow, I thought, were particularly remarkable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;that many endeavored to throw me down while we were going downhill on a slippery path to the town; as well judging, that if I was once on the ground, I should hardly rise any more. But I made no stumble at all, nor the least slip till I was entirely out of their hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That although many strove to lay hold on my collar or clothes, to pull me down, they could not fasten at all: only one got fast hold of the flap of my waistcoat, which was soon left in his hand; the other flap, in the pocket of which was a bank note, was torn but half off. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That a lusty man just behind struck at me several times with a large oaken stick, with which if he had struck me once on the back part of my head, it would have saved him all further trouble. But every time the blow was turned aside, I know not how; for I could not move to the right hand or left.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That another came rushing through the press and, raising his arm to strike, on a sudden let it drop and only stroked my head, saying, "What soft hair he has!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I stopped exactly at the mayor’s door, as if I had known it (which the mob doubtless thought I did), and found him standing in the shop [his presence giving] the first check to the madness of the people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the very first men whose hearts were turned were the heroes of the town, the captains of the rabble on all occasions, one of them having been a prizefighter at the bear-garden.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That from first to last, I heard none give a reviling word, or call me by any opporbious name whatever; but the cry of one and all was: "The preacher! the preacher! the parson! the minister!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That no creature, at least within my hearing, laid anything to my charger, either true or false; having in the hurry quite forgotten to provide themselves with an accusation of any kind. And, lastly, that they were as utterly at a loss what they should do with me, none proposing any determinate thing only "Away with him! Kill him at once!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;By how gentle degrees does God prepare us for His will! Two years ago a piece of brick grazed my shoulders. It was a year after that the stone struck me between the eyes. Last month I received one blow, and this evening two; one before we came into the town and one after we had gone out; but both were as nothing: for though one man struck me on the breast with all his might, and the other on the mouth with such force that the blood gushed out immediately, I felt no more pain from either of the blows than if they had touched me with a straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ought not to be forgotten that when the rest of the society made all haste to escape for their lives, four only would not stir, William Sitch, Edward Slater, John Griffiths, and Joan Parks: these kept with me, resolving to live or die together; and none of them received one blow but William Sitch, who held me by the arm from one end of the town to the other. He was then dragged away and knocked down; but he soon rose and got to me again. I afterward asked him what he expected when the mob came upon us. He said, "To die for Him who had died for us": and he felt no hurry or fear but calmly waited till God should require his soul of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked J. Parks if she was not afraid when they tore her from me. She said, "No; no more than I am now. I could trust God for you, as well as for myself. From the beginning I had a full persuasion that God would deliver you. I knew not how; but I left that to Him, and was as sure as if it were already done." I asked if the report was true that she had fought for me. She said, "No; I knew God would fight for His children." And shall these souls perish at the last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to Francis Ward’s I found many of our brethren waiting upon God. Many also whom I never had seen before came to rejoice with us. And the next morning, as I rode through the town in my way to Nottingham, everyone I met expressed such a cordial affection that I could scarcely believe what I saw and heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot close this head without inserting as great a curiosity in its kind as, I believe, was ever yet seen in England; which had its birth within a very few days of this remarkable occurrence at Walsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Staffordshire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all High Constables, Petty Constables, and other of his Majesty’s Peace Officers, within the said County, and particularly to the Constable of Tipton [near Walsal]:&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, we, his Majesty’s Justices of the Peace for the said County of Stafford, have received information that several disorderly persons, styling themselves Methodist preachers, go about raising routs and riots, to the great damage of his Majesty’s liege people, and against the peace of our Sovereign Lord the King:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are, in his Majesty’s name, to command you and every one of you, within your respective districts, to make diligent search after the said Methodist preachers, and to bring him or them before some of us his said Majesty’s Justices of the Peace, to be examined concerning their unlawful doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given under our hands and seals, this        day of October, 1743&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;J. Lane&lt;br /&gt;W. Persehouse&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B. - The very justices to whose houses I was carried and who severally refused to see me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-794273110498584168?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/794273110498584168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=794273110498584168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/794273110498584168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/794273110498584168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-october-20th-1743.html' title='Thursday, October 20th 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-2699383436488609017</id><published>2010-02-11T09:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:10:53.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 22nd September 1743</title><content type='html'>We rode to Launceston that day. As we were riding through a village called Sticklepath, one stopped me in the street and asked abruptly, "Is not thy name John Wesley?" Immediately two or three more came up and told me I must stop there. I did so; and before we had spoken many words, our souls took acquaintance with each other. I found they were called Quakers: but that hurt not me, seeing the love of God was in their hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-2699383436488609017?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/2699383436488609017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=2699383436488609017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/2699383436488609017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/2699383436488609017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-22nd-september-1743.html' title='Thursday, 22nd September 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-3460105160601103734</id><published>2010-02-10T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T01:33:31.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 21st September 1743</title><content type='html'>I was awakened between three and four by a large company of tinners who, fearing they should be too late, had gathered round the house and were singing and praising God.  At five I preached once more on "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved." They all devoured the Word.  Oh, may it be health to their soul and marrow unto their bones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-3460105160601103734?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/3460105160601103734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=3460105160601103734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/3460105160601103734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/3460105160601103734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-21st-september-1743.html' title='Wednesday, 21st September 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-6712731128771480389</id><published>2010-02-08T15:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:58:06.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 20th September 1743</title><content type='html'>Remarkable Service at Gwennap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Trezuthan Downs I preached to two or three thousand people on the "highway" of the Lord, the way of holiness. We reached Gwennap a little before six and found the plain covered from end to end. It was supposed there were ten thousand people, to whom I preached Christ our "wisdom, righteousness, sanctification, and redemption." I could not conclude till it was so dark we could scarcely see one another.  And there was on all sides the deepest attention; none speaking, stirring, or scarcely looking aside. Surely here, though in a temple not made with hands, was God worshiped in "the beauty of holiness."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-6712731128771480389?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/6712731128771480389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=6712731128771480389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/6712731128771480389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/6712731128771480389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-20th-september-1743.html' title='Tuesday, 20th September 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-8948861188880753987</id><published>2010-02-06T21:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:09:48.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 12th September 1743</title><content type='html'>In the Scilly Isles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had had for some time a great desire to go and publish the love of God our Saviour, if it were but for one day, in the Isles of Scilly; and I had occasionally mentioned it to several. This evening three of our brethren came and offered to carry me thither if I could procure the mayor’s boat, which, they said, was the best sailer [8] of any in the town. I sent, and he lent it me immediately. So the next morning, Tuesday, 13, John Nelson, Mr. Shepherd, and I, with three men and a pilot, sailed from St. Ives. It seemed strange to me to attempt going in a fisher-boat, fifteen leagues upon the main ocean, especially when the waves began to swell and hang over our heads. But I called to my companions, and we joined together in singing lustily and with a good courage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When passing through the watery deep,&lt;br /&gt;   I ask in faith His promised aid;&lt;br /&gt;   The waves an awful distance keep,&lt;br /&gt;   And shrink from my devoted head;&lt;br /&gt;   Fearless their violence I dare:&lt;br /&gt;   They cannot harm - for God is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half an hour after one, we landed on St. Mary’s, the chief of the inhabited islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We immediately waited upon the Governor, with the usual present, namely, a newspaper. I  desired him, likewise, to accept of an "Earnest Appeal." The minister not being willing I should preach in the church, I preached, at six, in the streets to almost all the town and many soldiers, sailors, and workmen on, "Why will ye die, O house of Israel?" It was a blessed time so that I scarcely knew how to conclude. After the sermon I gave them some little books and hymns, which they were so eager to receive that they were ready to tear both them and me to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what political reason such a number of workmen were gathered together and employed at so large an expense to fortify a few barren rocks, which whosoever would take, deserves to have them for his pains, I could not possibly devise: but a providential reason was easy to be discovered. God might call them together to hear the gospel, which perhaps otherwise they might never have thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At five in the morning I preached again on "I will heal their backslidings; I will love them freely." And between nine and ten, having talked with many in private and distributed both to them and others between two and three hundred hymns and little books, we left this barren, dreary place and set sail for St. Ives, though the wind was strong and blew directly in our teeth. Our pilot said we should have good luck if we reached the land; but he knew not Him whom the winds and seas obey. Soon after three we were even with the Land’s End, and about nine we reached St. Ives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-8948861188880753987?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/8948861188880753987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=8948861188880753987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/8948861188880753987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/8948861188880753987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-12th-september-1743.html' title='Monday, 12th September 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-7132662663602185475</id><published>2010-02-05T23:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:29:20.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 10th September 1743</title><content type='html'>There were prayers at St. Just in the afternoon, which did not end till four. I then preached at the Cross to, I believe, a thousand people, who all behaved in a quiet and serious manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At six I preached at Sennan, near the Land’s End; and appointed the little congregation (consisting chiefly of old, grey-headed men) to meet me again at five in the morning. But on Sunday, 11, a great part of them were got together between three and four o’clock: so between four and five we began praising God; and I largely explained and applied, "I will heal their backslidings; I will love them freely."&lt;br /&gt;We went afterwards down, as far as we could go safely, toward the point of the rocks at the Land’s End. It was an awful sight! But how will these melt away when God shall arise to judgment! The sea between does indeed "boil like a pot."  "One would think the deep to be hoary." But "though they swell, yet can they not prevail. He hath set their bounds, which they cannot pass" [see Ps. 104:8].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between eight and nine I preached at St. Just, on the green plain near the town, to the largest congregation (I was informed) that ever had been seen in these parts. I cried out, with all the authority of love, "Why will ye die, O house of Israel?" The people trembled and were still. I had not known such an hour before in Cornwall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-7132662663602185475?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/7132662663602185475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=7132662663602185475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/7132662663602185475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/7132662663602185475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-10th-september-1743.html' title='Saturday, 10th September 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-8776916248032618372</id><published>2010-02-04T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:41:55.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 9th September 1743</title><content type='html'>I rode in quest of St. Hilary owns, ten or twelve miles southeast of St. Ives. And the Downs I found, but no congregation - neither man, woman, nor child. But by that I had put on my gown and cassock, about a hundred gathered themselves together, whom I earnestly called "to repent and believe the gospel." And if but one heard, it was worth all the labor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-8776916248032618372?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/8776916248032618372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=8776916248032618372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/8776916248032618372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/8776916248032618372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-9th-september-1743.html' title='Friday, 9th September 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-4675960702048602946</id><published>2010-02-03T09:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:54:35.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, September 3rd 1743</title><content type='html'>I rode to the Three-cornered Down (so called), nine or ten miles east of St. Ives, where we found two or three hundred tinners, who had been some time waiting for us. They all appeared quite pleased and unconcerned; and many of them ran after us to Gwennap (two miles east), where their number was quickly increased to four or five hundred. I had much comfort here in applying these words, "He hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor [Luke 4:18]. One who lived near invited us to lodge at his house and conducted us back to the Green in the morning. We came thither just as the day dawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly applied those gracious words, "I will heal their backslidings, I will love them freely," to five or six hundred serious people. At Trezuthan Downs, five miles nearer St. Ives, we found seven or eight hundred people, to whom I cried aloud, "Cast away all your transgressions; for why will ye die, O house of Israel?" After dinner I preached again to about a thousand people on Him whom "God hath exalted to be a Prince and a Saviour." It was here first I observed a little impression made on two or three of the hearers; the rest, as usual, showing huge approbation and absolute unconcern.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-4675960702048602946?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/4675960702048602946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=4675960702048602946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/4675960702048602946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/4675960702048602946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-september-3rd-1743.html' title='Saturday, September 3rd 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-7509684284355935213</id><published>2008-10-09T08:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:03:53.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 30th August 1743</title><content type='html'>In the evening we reached St. Ives.  At seven I invited all guilty, helpless sinners who were conscious they had nothing to pay to accept of free forgiveness. The room was crowded both within and without; but all were quiet and attentive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-7509684284355935213?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/7509684284355935213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=7509684284355935213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/7509684284355935213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/7509684284355935213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesday-30th-august-1743.html' title='Tuesday, 30th August 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-116056109371537910</id><published>2006-10-16T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:39:52.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 31st August 1743</title><content type='html'>I spoke severally with those of the society, who were about one hundred and twenty. Nearly a hundred of these had found peace with God: such is the blessing of being persecuted for righteousness sake! As we were going to church at eleven, a large company at the market place welcomed us with a loud huzza: wit as harmless as the ditty sung under my window (composed, one assured me, by a gentlewoman of their own town),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Charles Wesley is come to town,&lt;br /&gt;To try if he can pull the churches down.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the evening I explained the promise of the Father. After preaching, many began to be turbulent; but John Nelson went into the midst of them, spoke a little to the loudest, who answered not again but went quietly away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-116056109371537910?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116056109371537910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=116056109371537910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116056109371537910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116056109371537910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/10/wednesday-31.html' title='Wednesday, 31st August 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-116056106784289292</id><published>2006-10-11T11:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:32:32.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 29th August 1743</title><content type='html'>We rode forward. About sunset we were in the middle of the first great pathless moor beyond Launceston.  About eight we were got quite out of the way; but we had not got far before we heard Bodmin bell.  Directed by this we turned to the left and came to the town before nine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-116056106784289292?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116056106784289292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=116056106784289292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116056106784289292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116056106784289292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-29.html' title='Monday, 29th August 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-116056104338277757</id><published>2006-10-11T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T10:39:18.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 28th August 1743</title><content type='html'>I preached at seven to a handful of people. The sermon we heard at church was quite innocent of meaning: what that in the afternoon was, I know not; for I could not hear a single sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From church I went to the castle, where were gathered together (as some imagined) half the grown persons in the city.  It was an awful sight. So vast a congregation in that solemn amphitheater! And all silent and still while I explained at large and enforced that glorious truth, "Happy are they whose iniquities are forgiven, and whose sins are covered" [see Ps. 31:1].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-116056104338277757?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116056104338277757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=116056104338277757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116056104338277757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116056104338277757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/10/sunday-28th-august-1743.html' title='Sunday, 28th August 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-116056095027628304</id><published>2006-10-11T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:02:30.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 27th August 1743</title><content type='html'>I reached Exeter in the afternoon; but as no one knew of my coming, I did not preach that night, only to one poor sinner at the inn; who, after listening to our conversation for a while, looked earnestly at us and asked whether it was possible for one who had in some measure known "the power of the world to come," and was "fallen away" (which she said was her case), to be "renewed again to repentance." We besought God in her behalf and left her sorrowing, yet not without hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-116056095027628304?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116056095027628304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=116056095027628304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116056095027628304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116056095027628304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/10/saturday-27th-august-1743.html' title='Saturday, 27th August 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-116033728507057180</id><published>2006-10-08T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:54:45.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 26th August 1743</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I set out for Cornwall. In the evening I preached at the cross in Taunton, on,"The kingdom of God is not meat and drink; but righteousness, and peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost." A poor man had posted himself behind in order to make some disturbance: but the time was not come; the zealous wretches who "deny the Lord that bought them" had not yet stirred up the people. Many cried out, "Throw down that rascal there; knock him down; beat out his brains": so that I was obliged to entreat for him more than once or he would have been but roughly handled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-116033728507057180?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116033728507057180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=116033728507057180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116033728507057180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116033728507057180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-26th-august-1743.html' title='Friday, 26th August 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-116033584942804111</id><published>2006-10-08T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:30:49.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, August 22, 1743</title><content type='html'>(London)After a few of us had joined in prayer, about four I set out, and rode softly to Snow Hill; where, the saddle slipping quite upon my mare's neck, I fell over her head, and she ran back into Smithfield. Some boys caught her and brought her to me again, cursing and swearing all the way. I spoke plainly to them, and they promised to amend. I was setting forward when a man cried, Sir, you have lost your saddle-cloth. Two or three more would needs help me to put it on; but these, too, swore at almost every word. I turned to one and another and spoke in love. They all took it well and thanked me much. I gave them two or three little books, which they promised to read over carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I reached Kensington, I found my mare had lost a shoe. This gave me an opportunity of talking closely, for nearly half an hour, both to the smith and his servant. I mention these little circumstances to show how easy it is to redeem every fragment of time (if I may so speak), when we feel any love to those souls for which Christ died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-116033584942804111?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116033584942804111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=116033584942804111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116033584942804111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116033584942804111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-august-22-1743.html' title='Monday, August 22, 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-116033537362643080</id><published>2006-10-08T20:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:33:06.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 18th July 1743</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;I set out from Newcastle with John Downes, of Horsley. We were four hours riding to Ferry Hill, about twenty measured miles. After resting there an hour we rode softly on; and, at two o'clock, came to Darlington. I thought my horse was not well; he thought the same of his, though they were both young and were very well the day before. We ordered the hostler to fetch a farrier, which he did without delay; but before the men could determine what was the matter, both the horses lay down and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hired a horse to Sandhutton and rode on, desiring John Downes to follow me. Thence I rode to Boroughbridge on Tuesday morning and then walked on to Leeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-116033537362643080?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116033537362643080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=116033537362643080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116033537362643080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116033537362643080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-18th-july-1743.html' title='Monday, 18th July 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-116033511969376350</id><published>2006-10-08T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:18:39.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, July 10 1743</title><content type='html'>(Newcastle).I preached at eight on Chowden Fell on "Why will ye die, O house of Israel?" [Ezek. 33:11]. Ever since I came to Newcastle the first time, my spirit had been moved within me at the crowds of poor wretches who were every Sunday in the afternoon sauntering to and fro on the Sandhill. I resolved, if possible, to find them a better employ; and as soon as the service at All Saints was over, walked straight from the church to the Sandhill and gave out a verse of a Psalm.  In a few minutes I had company enough, thousands upon thousands crowding together. But the prince of this world fought with all his might lest his kingdom should be overthrown. Indeed, the very mob of Newcastle, in the height of their rudeness, have commonly some humanity left. I scarcely observed that they threw anything at all; neither did I receive the least personal hurt: but they continued thrusting one another to and fro and making such a noise that my voice could not be heard: so that, after spending nearly an hour in singing and prayer, I thought it best to adjourn to our own house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-116033511969376350?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116033511969376350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=116033511969376350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116033511969376350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116033511969376350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/10/sunday-july-10-1743.html' title='Sunday, July 10 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-116033473175045777</id><published>2006-10-08T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:14:55.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, May 29th 1743</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I began officiating at the chapel in West Street, near the Seven Dial, of which (by a strange chain of providences) we have a lease for several years. I preached on the gospel for the day, part of the third chapter of St. John; and afterwards administered the lord's Supper to some hundreds of communicants. I was a little afraid at first that my strength would not suffice for the business of the day, when a service of five hours (for it lasted from ten to three) was added to my usual employment. But God looked to that: so I must think; and they that will call it enthusiasm may.I preached at the Great Gardens at five to an immense congregation on "must be born again" [John 3:3]. Then the leaders met (who filled all the time that I was not speaking in public); and after them, the bands. At ten at night I was less weary than at six in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-116033473175045777?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116033473175045777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=116033473175045777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116033473175045777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/116033473175045777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/10/sunday-may-29th-1743.html' title='Sunday, May 29th 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-114864953672781072</id><published>2006-05-26T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T14:18:56.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 1st April 1743</title><content type='html'>April 1. (Being Good Friday.)I had a great desire to visit a little village called Placey, about ten measured miles north of Newcastle. It is inhabited by colliers only, and such as had been always in the first rank for savage ignorance and wickedness of every kind. Their grand assembly used to be on the Lord's day; on which men, women, and children met together to dance, fight, curse and swear, and play at chuck ball, spanfarthing, or whatever came next to hand. I felt great compassion for these poor creatures from the time I heard of them first; and the more, because all men seemed to despair of them. Between seven and eight I set out with John Healy, my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The north wind, being unusually high, drove the sleet in our face, which froze as it fell and cased us over presently.  When we came to Placey, we could very hardly stand. As soon as we were a little recovered I went into the square and declared Him who was wounded for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquities. The poor sinners were quickly gathered together and gave earnest heed to the things which were spoken. And so they did in the afternoon again, in spite of the wind and snow, when I besought them to receive Him for their King; to repent and believe the gospel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-114864953672781072?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/114864953672781072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=114864953672781072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/114864953672781072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/114864953672781072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/05/friday-1st-april-1743.html' title='Friday, 1st April 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-114864930570327668</id><published>2006-05-26T13:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T14:15:05.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 23rd January 1743</title><content type='html'>I met a gentleman in the streets cursing and swearing in so dreadful a manner that I could not but stop him. He soon grew calmer; told me he must treat me with a glass of wine; and that he would come and hear me, only he was afraid I should say something against fighting of cocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-114864930570327668?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/114864930570327668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=114864930570327668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/114864930570327668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/114864930570327668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/05/wednesday-23rd-january-1743.html' title='Wednesday, 23rd January 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-113800746982223429</id><published>2006-01-23T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:11:09.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 22nd January 1743</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-113800746982223429?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113800746982223429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=113800746982223429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113800746982223429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113800746982223429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/01/tuesday-22nd-january-1743.html' title='Tuesday, 22nd January 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-113800740721647660</id><published>2006-01-23T10:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:10:07.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wesley Refused the Sacrament at Epworth</title><content type='html'>In the evening I reached Epworth. Sunday, 2. At five I preached on "So is everyone that is born of the Spirit." About eight I preached from my father's tomb on Hebrews 8:11. Many from the neighboring towns asked if it would not be well, as it was sacrament Sunday, for them to receive it.  I told them, "By all means: but it would be more respectful first to ask Mr. Romley, the curate's leave." One did so, in the name of the rest; to whom he said, "Pray tell Mr. Wesley, I shall not give him the sacrament; for he is not fit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wise a God is our God! There could not have been so fit a place under heaven where this should befall me first as my father's house, the place of my nativity, and the very place where, "according to the straitest sect of our religion," I had so long "lived a Pharisee"! It was also fit, in the highest degree, that he who repelled me from that very table, where I had myself so often distributed the bread of life, should be one who owed his all in this world to the tender love which my father had shown to his, as well as personally to himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-113800740721647660?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113800740721647660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=113800740721647660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113800740721647660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113800740721647660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/01/wesley-refused-sacrament-at-epworth.html' title='Wesley Refused the Sacrament at Epworth'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-113714484466665939</id><published>2006-01-13T10:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T10:34:04.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, January 1st 1743</title><content type='html'>Between Doncaster and Epworth I overtook one who immediately accosted me with so many and so impertinent questions that I was quite amazed. In the midst of some of them, concerning my travels and my journey, I interrupted him and asked, "Are you aware that we are on a longer journey; that we are traveling toward eternity?" He replied instantly, "Oh, I find you! I find you! I know where you are! Is not your name Wesley? `Tis pity! `Tis great pity! Why could not your father's religion serve you? Why must you have anew religion?" I was going to reply, but he cut me short by crying out in triumph, "I am a Christian! I am a Christian! I am a Churchman! I am a Churchman! I am none of your Culamites"; as plainly as he could speak; for he was so drunk he could but just keep his seat. Having then clearly won the day, or as his phrase was, "put them all down," he began kicking his horse on both sides and rode off as fast as he could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-113714484466665939?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113714484466665939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=113714484466665939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113714484466665939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113714484466665939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/01/saturday-january-1st-1743.html' title='Saturday, January 1st 1743'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-113714423680929691</id><published>2006-01-13T10:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T10:23:56.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 23rd December 1742</title><content type='html'>It being computed that such a house as was proposed could not be finished under f 700, many were positive it would never be finished at all; others, that I should not live to see it covered. I was of another mind; nothing doubting but, as it was begun for God's sake, He would provide what was needful for the finishing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-113714423680929691?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113714423680929691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=113714423680929691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113714423680929691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113714423680929691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/01/thursday-23rd-december-1742.html' title='Thursday, 23rd December 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-113692178058043732</id><published>2006-01-10T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:36:20.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 20th December 1742</title><content type='html'>We laid the first stone of the house.  Many were gathered from all parts to see it; but none scoffed or interrupted while we praised God and prayed that He would prosper the work of our hands upon us. Three or four times in the evening, I was forced to break off preaching that we might pray and give thanks to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-113692178058043732?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113692178058043732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=113692178058043732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113692178058043732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113692178058043732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2006/01/monday-20th-december-1742.html' title='Monday, 20th December 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-113465824025317289</id><published>2005-12-15T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T15:50:40.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Stephenson and Wesley</title><content type='html'>Today a gentleman called and offered me a piece of ground. On Monday an article was drawn wherein he agreed to put me into possession on Thursday, upon payment of thirty pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 7th December 1742&lt;br /&gt;I was so ill in the morning that I was obliged to send Mr. Williams to the room. He afterward went to Mr. Stephenson, a merchant in the town, who had a passage through the ground we intended to buy. I was willing to purchase it.  Mr. Stephenson told him, "Sir, I do not want money; but if Mr. Wesley wants ground, he may have a piece of my garden, adjoining to the place you mention. I am at a word. For forty pounds he shall have sixteen yards in breadth, and thirty in length. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 8th December 1742&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Stephenson and I signed an article, and I took possession of the ground. But I could not fairly go back from my agreement with Mr. Riddel: so I entered on his ground at the same time. The whole is about forty yards in length; in the middle of which we determined to build the house, leaving room for a small courtyard before, and a little garden behind, the building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 13th December 1742&lt;br /&gt;I removed into a lodging adjoining to the ground where we were preparing to build; but the violent frost obliged us to delay the work. I never felt so intense cold before. In a room where a constant fire was kept, though my desk was fixed within a yard of the chimney, I could not write for a quarter of an hour together without my hands being quite benumbed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-113465824025317289?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113465824025317289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=113465824025317289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113465824025317289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113465824025317289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/12/mr-stephenson-and-wesley.html' title='Mr. Stephenson and Wesley'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-113370811344218745</id><published>2005-12-04T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T15:55:13.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 4th December 1742</title><content type='html'>I was both surprised and grieved at a genuine instance of enthusiasm. J--- B---, of Tunfield Leigh, who had received a sense of the love of God a few days before, came riding through the town, hallooing and shouting and driving all the people before him; telling them God had told him he should be a king and should tread all his enemies under his feet. I sent him home immediately to his work and advised him to cry day and night to God that he might be lowly in heart, lest Satan should again get an advantage over him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-113370811344218745?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113370811344218745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=113370811344218745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113370811344218745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113370811344218745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/12/saturday-4th-december-1742.html' title='Saturday 4th December 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-113342821069073483</id><published>2005-12-01T10:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:10:10.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday December 1st 1742</title><content type='html'>(Newcastle).--We had several places offered on which to build a room for the society; but none was such as we wanted. And perhaps there was a providence in our not finding any as yet; for by this means I was kept at Newcastle, whether I would or no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-113342821069073483?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113342821069073483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=113342821069073483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113342821069073483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/113342821069073483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/12/wednesday-december-1st-1742.html' title='Wednesday December 1st 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-112609494356020839</id><published>2005-09-07T13:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:09:03.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Susanna Wesley's "By-laws"</title><content type='html'>There were several by-laws observed among us, which slipped my memory, or else they had been inserted in their proper place; but I mention them here because I think them useful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It had been observed that cowardice and fear of punishment often led children into lying till they get a custom of it which they cannot leave. To prevent this, a law was made that whoever was charged with a fault of which they were guilty, if they would ingenuously confess it and promise to amend, should not be beaten. This rule prevented a great deal of lying and would have done more if one in the family would have observed it. But he could not be prevailed on and therefore was often imposed on by false colors and equivocations; which none would have used (except one), had they been kindly dealt with. And some, in spite of all, would always speak truth plainly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That no sinful action, as lying, pilfering, playing at church, or on the Lord's day, disobedience, quarreling, and so forth, should ever pass unpunished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. That no child should ever be chid or beaten twice for the same fault; and that if they amended, they should never be upbraided with it afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. That ever signal act of obedience, especially when it crossed upon their own inclinations, should be always commended and frequently rewarded according to the merits of the cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. That if ever any child performed an act of obedience or did anything with an intention to please, though the performance was not well, yet the obedience and intention should be kindly accepted; and the child with sweetness directed how to do better for the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. That propriety be inviolably preserved and none suffered to invade the property of another in the smallest matter, though it were but of the value of a farthing or a pin; which they might not take from the owner without, much less against, his consent. This rule can never be too much inculcated on the minds of children; and from the want of parents or governors doing it as they ought proceeds that shameful neglect of justice which we may observe in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. That promises be strictly observed; and a gift once bestowed, and so the right passed away from the donor, be not resumed but left to the disposal of him to whom it was given; unless it were conditional and the condition of the obligation not performed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. That no girl be taught to work till she can read very well; and then that she be kept to her work with the same application, and for the same time, that she was held to in reading. This rule also is much to be observed; for the putting children to learn sewing before they can read perfectly is the very reason why so few women can read fit to be heard and never to be well understood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-112609494356020839?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112609494356020839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=112609494356020839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112609494356020839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112609494356020839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/09/susanna-wesleys-by-laws.html' title='Susanna Wesley&apos;s &quot;By-laws&quot;'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-112400990801280757</id><published>2005-08-14T09:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T09:58:28.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the Wesley Children in Order</title><content type='html'>"What was yet stranger, any word he had learned in his lesson he knew wherever he saw it, either in his Bible or any other book; by which means he learned very soon to read an English author well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The same method was observed with them all. As soon as they knew the letters, they were put first to spell, and read one line, then a verse; never leaving till perfect in their lesson, were it shorter or longer. So one or other continued reading at schooltime, without any intermission; and before we left school, each child read what he had learned that morning; and ere we parted in the afternoon, what they had learned that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was no such thing as loud talking or playing allowed of; but everyone was kept close to his business for the six hours of school: and it is almost incredible what a child may be taught in a quarter of a year by a vigorous application, if it have but a tolerable capacity and good health. Every one of these, Kezzy excepted, could read better in that time than the most of women can do as long as they live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rising out of their places or going out of the room was not permitted, unless for good cause; and running into the yard, garden, or street without leave was always esteemed a capital offense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For some years we went on very well. Never were children in better order. Never were children better disposed to piety or in more subjection to their parents till that fatal dispersion of them, after the fire, into several families. In those days they were left at full liberty to converse with servants, which before they had always been restrained from; and to run abroad and play with any children, good or bad. They soon learned to neglect a strict observation of the Sabbath and got knowledge of several songs and bad things, which before they had no notion of. The civil behavior which made them admired when at home by all which saw them, was, in great measure, lost; and a clownish accent and many rude ways were learned which were not reformed without some difficulty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the house was rebuilt, and the children all brought home, we entered upon a strict reform; and then was begun the custom of singing Psalms at beginning and leaving school, morning and evening. Then also that of a general retirement at five o'clock was entered upon; when the oldest took the youngest that could speak, and the second the next, to whom they read the Psalms for the day and a chapter in the New Testament; as, in the morning, they were directed to read the Psalms and a chapter in the Old: after which they went to their private prayers, before they got their breakfast, or came into the family. And, I thank God, the custom is still preserved among us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-112400990801280757?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112400990801280757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=112400990801280757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112400990801280757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112400990801280757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/08/keeping-wesley-children-in-order.html' title='Keeping the Wesley Children in Order'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-112377334747726100</id><published>2005-08-11T16:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T16:15:47.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How the Wesleys Were Brought up</title><content type='html'>For the benefit of those who are entrusted, as she was, with the care of a numerous family, I cannot but add one letter more, which I received many years ago: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 24, 1732 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the Rev. Mr. Wesley, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In St. Margaret's Churchyard, Westminster." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Son, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"According to your desire, I have collected the principal rules I observed in educating my family; which I now send you as they occurred to my mind, and you may (if you think they can be of use to any) dispose of them in what order you please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The children were always put into a regular method of living, in such things as they were capable of, from their birth; as in dressing, undressing, changing their linen, and so on. The first quarter commonly passes in sleep. After that, they were, if possible laid into their cradles awake and rocked to sleep; and so they were kept rocking till it was time for them to awake. This was done to bring them to a regular course of sleeping, which at first was three hours in the morning and three in the afternoon; afterward two hours, till they needed none at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When turned a year old (and some before), they were taught to fear the rod and to cry softly; by which means they escaped abundance of correction they might otherwise have had; and that most odious noise of the crying of children was rarely heard in the house, but the family usually lived in as much quietness as if there had not been a child among them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As soon as they were grown pretty strong, they were confined to three meals a day. At dinner their little table and chairs were set by ours, where they could be observed; and they were suffered to eat and drink as much as they would but not to call for anything. If they wanted aught, they used to whisper to the maid which attended them, who came and spoke to me; and as soon as they could handle a knife and fork, they were set to our table. They were never suffered to choose their meat, but always made to eat such things as were provided for the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mornings they had always spoon-meat; sometimes at nights. But whatever they had, they were never permitted to eat, at those meals, of more than one thing; and of that sparingly enough. Drinking or eating between meals was never allowed, unless in case of sickness, which seldom happened. Nor were they suffered to go into the kitchen to ask anything of the servants, when they were at meat: if it was known they did, they were certainly beaten, and the servants severely reprimanded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At six, as soon as family prayers were over, they had their supper; at seven, the maid washed them; and, beginning at the youngest, she undressed and got them all to bed by eight, at which time she left them in their several rooms awake; for there was no such thing allowed of in our house as sitting by a child till it fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were so constantly used to eat and drink what was given them that when any of them was ill there was no difficulty in making them take the most unpleasant medicine: for they durst not refuse it, though some of them would presently throw it up. This I mention to show that a person may be taught to take anything, though it be never so much against his stomach. _________________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Conquer the Child's Will" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In order to form the minds of children, the first thing to be done is to conquer their will and bring them to an obedient temper. To inform the understanding is a work of time and must with children proceed by slow degrees as they are able to bear it: but the subjecting the will is a thing which must be done at once; and the sooner the better. For by neglecting timely correction, they will contract a stubbornness and obstinacy which is hardly ever after conquered; and never, without using such severity as would be as painful to me as to the child. In the esteem of the world they pass for kind and indulgent, whom I call cruel, parents, who permit their children to get habits which they know must be afterward broken. Nay, some are so stupidly fond as in sport to teach their children to do things which, in a while after, they have severely beaten them for doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whenever a child is corrected, it must be conquered; and this will be nor hard matter to do if it be not grown headstrong by too much indulgence. And when the will of a child is totally subdued and it is brought to revere and stand in awe of the parents, then a great many childish follies and inadvertences may be passed by. Some should be overlooked and taken no notice of, and others mildly reproved; but no willful transgression ought ever to be forgiven children without chastisement, less or more, as the nature and circumstances of the offense require. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I insist upon conquering the will of children betimes, because this is the only strong and rational foundation of a religious education; without which both precept and example will be ineffectual. But when this is thoroughly done, then a child is capable of being governed by the reason and piety of its parents, till its own understanding comes to maturity and the principles of religion have taken root in the mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot yet dismiss this subject. As self-will is the root of all sin and misery, so whatever cherishes this in children insures their after-wretchedness and irreligion; whatever checks and mortifies it promotes their future happiness and piety. This is still more evident if we further consider that religion is nothing else than the doing the will of God and not our own: that the one grand impediment to our temporal and eternal happiness being this self-will, no indulgencies of it can be trivial, no denial unprofitable. Heaven or hell depends on this alone. So that the parent who studies to subdue it in his child works together with God in the renewing and saving a soul. The parent who indulges it does the devil's work, makes religion impracticable, salvation unattainable; and does all that in him lies to damn his child, soul and body forever. _________________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Had Nothing They Cried For &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The children of this family were taught, as soon as they could speak, the Lord's Prayer, which they were made to say at rising and bedtime constantly; to which, as they grew bigger, were added a short prayer for their parents and some collects; a short catechism and some portion of Scripture, as their memories could bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were very early made to distinguish the Sabbath from other days, before they could well speak or go. They were as soon taught to be still at family prayers and to ask a blessing immediately after, which they used to do by signs, before they could kneel or speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were quickly made to understand they might have nothing they cried for and instructed to speak handsomely for what they wanted. They were not suffered to ask even the lowest servant for aught without saying, `Pray give me such a thing'; and the servant was chid [7] if she ever let them omit that word. Taking God's name in vain, cursing and swearing, profaneness, obscenity, rude, ill-bred names were never heard among them. Nor were they ever permitted to call each other by their proper names without the addition of brother or sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None of them were taught to read till five years old, except Kezzy, in whose case I was overruled; and she was more years learning than any of the rest had been months. The way of teaching was this: The day before a child began to learn, the house was set in order, everyone's work appointed them, and a charge given that none should come into the room from nine till twelve, or from two till five; which, you know, were our school hours. One day was allowed the child wherein to learn its letters; and each of them did in that time know all its letters, great and small, except Molly and Nancy, who were a day and a half before they knew them perfectly; for which I then thought them very dull; but since I have observed how long many children are learning the hornbook, I have changed my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the reason why I thought them so then was because the rest learned so readily; and your brother Samuel, who was the first child I ever taught, learned the alphabet in a few hours. He was five years old on February 10; the next day he began to learn, and as soon as he knew the letters, began at the first chapter of Genesis. He was taught to spell the first verse, then to read it over and over, till he could read it offhand without any hesitation, so on to the second, and so on, till he took ten verses for a lesson, which he quickly did. Easter fell low that year, and by Whitsuntide he could read a chapter very well; for he read continually and had such a prodigious memory that I cannot remember ever to have told him the same word twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-112377334747726100?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112377334747726100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=112377334747726100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112377334747726100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112377334747726100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-wesleys-were-brought-up.html' title='How the Wesleys Were Brought up'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-112341254780793090</id><published>2005-08-07T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T12:02:27.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Wesley as Preacher</title><content type='html'>I cannot but further observe that even she (as well as her father, and grandfather, her husband, and her three sons) had been, in her measure and degree, a preacher of righteousness.  This I learned from a letter, written long since to my father, part of which I have here subjoined: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 6, 1711-12 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"___As I am a woman, so I am also mistress of a large family. and though the superior charge of the souls contained in it lies upon you; yet, in your absence, I cannot but look upon every soul you leave under my care as a talent committed to me under a trust by the great Lord of all the families both of heaven and earth. And if I am unfaithful to Him or you in neglecting to improve these talents, how shall I answer unto Him, when He shall command me to render an account of my stewardship? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As these, and other such like thoughts, made me at first take a more than ordinary care of the souls of my children and servants, so--knowing our religion requires a strict observation of the Lord's day, and not thinking that we fully answered the end of the institution by going to church unless we filled up the intermediate spaces of time by other acts of piety and devotion--I thought it my duty to spend some part of the day in reading to and instructing my family: and such time I esteemed spent in a way more acceptable to God than if I had retired to my own private devotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was the beginning of my present practice.  Other people's coming and joining with us was merely accidental. Our lad told his parents: they first desired to be admitted; then others that heard of it begged leave also: so our company increased to about thirty, and it seldom exceeded forty last winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But soon after you went to London last, I lit on the account of the Danish missionaries. I was, I think, never more affected with anything; I could not forbear spending good part of that evening in praising and adoring the divine goodness for inspiring them with such ardent zeal for His glory.  For several days I could think or speak of little else. At last it came into my mind, Though I am not a man nor a minister, yet if my heart were sincerely devoted to God and I was inspired with a true zeal for his glory, I might do somewhat more than I do. I thought I might pray more for them and might speak to those with whom I converse with more warmth of affection. I resolved to begin with my own children; in which I observe the following method: I take such a proportion of time as I can spare every night to discourse with each child apart. On Monday, I talk with Molly; on Tuesday, with Hetty; Wednesday, with Nancy; Thursday, with Jacky; Friday, with Patty; Saturday, with Charles; and with Emily and Suky together on Sunday. _________________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Speaks to Two Hundred &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With those few neighbors that then came to me, I discoursed more freely and affectionately. I chose the best and most awakening sermons we have. And I spent somewhat more time with them in such exercises, without being careful about the success of my undertaking. Since this, our company increased every night; for I dare deny none that ask admittance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last Sunday I believe we had above two hundred.  And yet many went away for want of room to stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We banish all temporal concerns from our society.  None is suffered to mingle any discourse about them with our reading or singing. We keep close to the business of the day; and when it is over, all go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot conceive, why any should reflect upon you because your wife endeavors to draw people to church and to restrain them from profaning the Lord's day by reading to them, and other persuasions. For my part, I value no censure upon this account. I have long since shaken hands with the world. And I heartily wish I had never given them more reason to speak against me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As to its looking particular, I grant it does.  And so does almost anything that is serious, or that may any way advance the glory of God or the salvation of souls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As for your proposal of letting some other person read: alas! you do not consider what a people these are. I do not think one man among them could read a sermon, without spelling a good part of it. Nor has any of our family a voice strong enough to be heard by such a number of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But there is one thing about which I am much dissatisfied; that is, their being present at family prayers. I do not speak of any concern I am under, barely because so many are present; for those who have the honor of speaking to the Great and Holy God need not be ashamed to speak before the whole world; but because of my sex. I doubt if it is proper for me to present the prayers of the people to God. Last Sunday I would fain have dismissed them before prayers; but they begged so earnestly to stay, I durst not deny them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-112341254780793090?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112341254780793090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=112341254780793090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112341254780793090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112341254780793090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/08/mrs-wesley-as-preacher.html' title='Mrs. Wesley as Preacher'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-112293092936486820</id><published>2005-08-01T22:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:15:29.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday August 1st 1742</title><content type='html'>Almost an innumerable company of people being gathered together, about five in the afternoon, I committed to the earth the body of my mother, to sleep with her fathers. The portion of Scripture from which I afterward spoke was: "I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works" [Rev. 20:11, 12]. It was one of the most solemn assemblies I ever saw or expect to see on this side eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up a plain stone at the head of her grave, inscribed with the following words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here lies the Body&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SUSANNAH WESLEY,&lt;br /&gt;the youngest and last surviving daughter of&lt;br /&gt;dr. samuel annesley. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In sure and steadfast hope to rise,&lt;br /&gt;And claim her mansion in the skies,&lt;br /&gt;A Christian here her flesh laid down,&lt;br /&gt;The cross exchanging for a crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True daughter of affliction, she,&lt;br /&gt;Inured to pain and misery,&lt;br /&gt;Mourn'd a long night of griefs and fears,&lt;br /&gt;A legal night of seventy years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father then reveal'd His Son,&lt;br /&gt;Him in the broken bread made known;&lt;br /&gt;She knew and felt her sins forgiven,&lt;br /&gt;And found the earnest of her heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet for the fellowship above,&lt;br /&gt;She heard the call, "Arise, my love!'&lt;br /&gt;"I come," her dying looks replied,&lt;br /&gt;And lamblike, as her Lord, she died. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-112293092936486820?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112293092936486820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=112293092936486820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112293092936486820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112293092936486820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunday-august-1st-1742.html' title='Sunday August 1st 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-112202057380579502</id><published>2005-07-22T09:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:22:53.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 23rd July 1742</title><content type='html'>About three in the afternoon I went to my mother and found her change was near. I sat down on the bedside. She was in her last conflict, unable to speak but I believe quite sensible. Her look was calm and serene, and her eyes fixed upward while we commended her soul to God. From three to four the silver cord was loosing, and the wheel breaking at the cistern; and then without any struggle, or sign, or groan, the soul was set at liberty. We stood round the bed and fulfilled her last request, uttered a little before she lost her speech:  "Children, as soon as I am released, sing a psalm of praise to God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-112202057380579502?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112202057380579502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=112202057380579502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112202057380579502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112202057380579502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/07/friday-23rd-july-1742.html' title='Friday 23rd July 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-112176075534594800</id><published>2005-07-19T09:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:12:35.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 20th July 1742</title><content type='html'>I left Bristol in the evening of Sunday, July 18, and on Tuesday came to London. I found my mother on the borders of eternity. But she had no doubt or fear nor any desire but (as soon as God should call) "to depart and be with Christ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-112176075534594800?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112176075534594800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=112176075534594800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112176075534594800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/112176075534594800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/07/tuesday-20th-july-1742.html' title='Tuesday 20th July 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111867236330156161</id><published>2005-06-13T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:19:23.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 13th June 1742</title><content type='html'>At seven I preached at Haxey on "What must I do to be saved?" Thence I went to Wroote, of which (as well as Epworth) my father was rector for several years. Mr. Whitelamb offering me the church, I preached in the morning on "Ask, and it shall be given you"; in the afternoon, on the difference between the righteousness of the law and the righteousness of faith. But the church could not contain the people, many of whom came from far and, I trust, not in vain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At six I preached for the last time in Epworth churchyard (planning to leave the town the next morning) to a vast multitude gathered together from all parts, on the beginning of our Lord's Sermon on the Mount. I continued among them for nearly three hours, and yet we scarcely knew how to part. Oh, let none think his labor of love is lost because the fruit does not immediately appear! Nearly forty years did my father labor here, but he saw little fruit of all his labor. I took some pains among this people too, and my strength also seemed spent in vain; but now the fruit appeared. There were scarcely any in the town on whom either my father or I had taken any pains formerly but the seed, sown so long since, now sprang up, bringing forth repentance and remission of sins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111867236330156161?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111867236330156161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111867236330156161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111867236330156161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111867236330156161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunday-13th-june-1742.html' title='Sunday 13th June 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111867224431274191</id><published>2005-06-13T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:17:24.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 12th June 1742</title><content type='html'>I preached on the righteousness of the law and the righteousness of faith. While I was speaking, several dropped down as dead and among the rest such a cry was heard of sinners groaning for the righteousness of faith as almost drowned my voice. But many of these soon lifted up their heads with joy and broke out into thanksgiving, being assured they now had the desire of their soul--the forgiveness of their sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I observed a gentleman there who was remarkable for not pretending to be of any religion at all. I was informed he had not been at public worship of any kind for upwards of thirty years. Seeing him stand as motionless as a statue, I asked him abruptly, "Sir, are you a sinner?" He replied, with a deep and broken voice, "Sinner enough"; and he continued staring upward till his wife and a servant or two, who were all in tears, put him into his chaise and carried him home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111867224431274191?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111867224431274191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111867224431274191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111867224431274191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111867224431274191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/06/saturday-12th-june-1742.html' title='Saturday 12th June 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111822041049594434</id><published>2005-06-08T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T09:46:50.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 9th June 1742</title><content type='html'>I rode over to a neighboring town to wait upon a justice of peace, a man of candor and understanding; before whom (I was informed) their angry neighbors had carried a whole wagonload of these new heretics. But when he asked what they had done, there was a deep silence; for that was a point their conductors had forgotten. At length one said, "Why they pretended to be better than other people; and besides, they prayed from morning to night." Mr. S. asked, "But have they done nothing besides?" "Yes, sir," said an old man, "an't please your worship, they have convarted my wife. Till she went among them, she had such a tongue! And now she is as quiet as a lamb." "Carry them back, carry them back," replied the justice, "and let them convert all the scolds in the town."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111822041049594434?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111822041049594434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111822041049594434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111822041049594434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111822041049594434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/06/wednesday-9th-june-1742.html' title='Wednesday 9th June 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111717479778616560</id><published>2005-05-27T07:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T07:19:57.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 6th June 1742</title><content type='html'>A little before the service began, I went to Mr. Romley, the curate, and offered to assist him either by preaching or reading prayers. But he did not care to accept of my assistance. The church was exceedingly full in the afternoon, a rumor being spread that I was to preach. But the sermon on "Quench not the Spirit" [I Thess. 5:19] was not suitable to the expectation of many of the hearers. Mr. Romley told them one of the most dangerous ways of quenching the Spirit was by enthusiasm; and enlarged on the character of an enthusiast in a very florid and oratorical manner. After sermon John Taylor stood in the churchyard and gave notice as the people were coming out, "Mr. Wesley, not being permitted to preach in the church, designs to preach here at six o'clock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accordingly at six I came and found such a congregation as I believe Epworth never saw before. I stood near the east end of the church, upon my father's tombstone, and cried, "The kingdom of heaven is not meat and drink; but righteousness, and peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost" [Rom. 14:17].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111717479778616560?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111717479778616560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111717479778616560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111717479778616560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111717479778616560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunday-6th-june-1742.html' title='Sunday 6th June 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111599621975683756</id><published>2005-05-13T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T15:56:59.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday June 5th 1742</title><content type='html'>It being many years since I had been in Epworth before, I went to an inn in the middle of the town, not knowing whether there were any left in it now who would not be ashamed of my acquaintance. But an old servant of my father's, with two or three poor women, presently found me out. I asked her, "Do you know any in Epworth who are in earnest to be saved?" She answered, "I am, by the grace of God; and I know I am saved through faith." I asked, "Have you then the peace of God? Do you know that He has forgiven your sins?" She replied, " I thank God I know it well. And many here can say the same thing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111599621975683756?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111599621975683756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111599621975683756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111599621975683756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111599621975683756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/05/saturday-june-5th-1742.html' title='Saturday June 5th 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111572760249687487</id><published>2005-05-10T13:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T13:20:02.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Crowd at Newcastle</title><content type='html'>Observing the people, when I had done, gaping and staring upon me with the most profound astonishment, I told them, "If you desire to know who I am, my name is John Wesley. At five in the evening, with God's help, I design to preach here again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At five, the hill on which I designed to preach was covered from the top to the bottom. I never saw so large a number of people together, either at Moorfields or at Kennington Common.  I knew it was not possible for the one half to hear, although my voice was then strong and clear; and I stood so as to have them all in view, as they were ranged on the side of the hill. The Word of God which I set before them was, "I will heal their backsliding, I will love them freely" [Hos. 14:4]. After preaching, the poor people were ready to tread me under foot, out of pure love and kindness. It was some time before I could possibly get out of the press. I then went back another way than I had come; several got to our inn before me, by whom I was vehemently importuned to stay with them at least a few days; or, however, one day more. But I could not consent, having given my word to be at Birstal, with God's leave, on Tuesday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111572760249687487?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111572760249687487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111572760249687487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111572760249687487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111572760249687487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/05/big-crowd-at-newcastle.html' title='A Big Crowd at Newcastle'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111554679424147823</id><published>2005-05-08T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T11:06:34.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 17th May 1742</title><content type='html'>I had designed this morning to set out for Bristol but was unexpectedly prevented. In the afternoon I received a letter from Leicestershire, pressing me to come without delay and pay the last office of friendship to one whose soul was on the wing for eternity. On Thursday, 20, I set out. The next afternoon I stopped a little at Newport-Pagnell and then rode on till I overtook a serious man, with whom I immediately fell into conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He presently gave me to know what his opinions were:  therefore I said nothing to contradict them. But that did not content him: he was quite uneasy to know whether I held the doctrine of the decrees as he did; but I told him over and over, "We had better keep to practical things, lest we should be angry at one another." And so we did for two miles, till he caught me unawares, and dragged me into the dispute before I knew where I was. He then grew warmer and warmer; told me I was rotten at heart and supposed I was one of John Wesley's followers. I told him, "No, I am John Wesley himself." Upon which he would gladly have run away outright. But being the better mounted of the two, I kept close to his side and endeavored to show him his heart, till we came into the street of Northampton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111554679424147823?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111554679424147823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111554679424147823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111554679424147823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111554679424147823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/05/monday-17th-may-1742.html' title='Monday 17th May 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111545023867751968</id><published>2005-05-07T08:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T09:03:56.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 12th May 1742</title><content type='html'>I waited on the Archbishop of Canterbury with Mr. Whitefield, and again on Friday; as also on the Bishop of London. I trust if we should be called to appear before princes, we should not be ashamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111545023867751968?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111545023867751968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111545023867751968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111545023867751968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111545023867751968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/05/wednesday-12th-may-1742.html' title='Wednesday 12th May 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111540363008294824</id><published>2005-05-06T19:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T19:20:30.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday May 9th 1742</title><content type='html'>I preached in Charles Square to the largest congregation I have ever seen there. Many of the baser people would fain have interrupted, but they found, after a time, it was lost labor. One, who was more serious, was (as she afterwards confessed) exceedingly angry at them. But she was quickly rebuked by a stone which lit upon her forehead and struck her down to the ground. In that moment her anger was at an end, and love only filled her heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111540363008294824?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111540363008294824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111540363008294824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111540363008294824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111540363008294824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunday-may-9th-1742.html' title='Sunday May 9th 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111488879841815162</id><published>2005-04-30T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:19:58.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday April 9th 1742</title><content type='html'>We had the first watch night in London. We commonly choose for this solemn service the Friday night nearest the full moon, either before or after, that those of the congregation who live at a distance may have light to their several homes. The service begins at half an hour past eight and continues till a little after midnight. We have often found a peculiar blessing at these seasons. There is generally a deep awe upon the congregation, perhaps in some measure owing to the silence of the night, particularly in singing the hymn with which we commonly conclude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearken to the solemn voice,&lt;br /&gt;The awful midnight cry!&lt;br /&gt;Waiting souls, rejoice, rejoice,&lt;br /&gt;And feel the Bridegroom nigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111488879841815162?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111488879841815162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111488879841815162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111488879841815162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111488879841815162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-april-9th-1742.html' title='Friday April 9th 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111476821014133296</id><published>2005-04-29T10:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:50:10.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 25th March 1742</title><content type='html'>I appointed several earnest and sensible men to meet me, to whom I showed the great difficulty I had long found of knowing the people who desired to be under my care. After much discourse, they all agreed there could be no better way to come to a sure, thorough knowledge of each person than to divide them into classes, like those at Bristol, under the inspection of those in whom I could most confide. This was the origin of our classes at London, for which I can never sufficiently praise God; the unspeakable usefulness of the institution having ever since been more and more manifest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111476821014133296?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111476821014133296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111476821014133296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111476821014133296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111476821014133296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/thursday-25th-march-1742.html' title='Thursday 25th March 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111467139517016418</id><published>2005-04-28T07:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T07:56:35.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 21st March 1742</title><content type='html'>In the evening I rode to Marshfield and on Tuesday, in the afternoon, came to London. Wednesday, 24. I preached for the last time in the French chapel at Waping on "If ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed" [John 8:31].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111467139517016418?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111467139517016418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111467139517016418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111467139517016418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111467139517016418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunday-21st-march-1742.html' title='Sunday 21st March 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111458280333727259</id><published>2005-04-27T07:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T07:21:49.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday March 10th 1742</title><content type='html'>I rode once more to Pensford at the earnest request of serious people. The place where they desired me to preach was a little green spot near the town. But I had no sooner begun than a great company of rabble, hired (as we afterwards found) for that purpose, came furiously upon us, bringing a bull, which they had been baiting, and now strove to drive in among the people. But the beast was wiser than his drivers and continually ran either on one side of us or the other, while we quietly sang praise to God and prayed for about an hour. The poor wretches, finding themselves disappointed, at length seized upon the bull, now weak and tired after having been so long torn and beaten both by dogs and men; and, by main strength, partly dragged, and partly thrust, him in among the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they had forced their way to the little table on which I stood, they strove several times to throw it down by thrusting the helpless beast against it, who, of himself, stirred no more than a log of wood. I once or twice put aside his head with my hand that the blood might not drop upon my clothes; intending to go on as soon as the hurry should be over. But the table falling down, some of our friends caught me in their arms, and carried me right away on their shoulders; while the rabble wreaked their vengeance on the table, which they tore bit from bit. We went a little way off, where I finished my discourse without any noise or interruption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111458280333727259?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111458280333727259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111458280333727259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111458280333727259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111458280333727259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-march-10th-1742.html' title='Friday March 10th 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111444831787311911</id><published>2005-04-25T17:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:58:37.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday February 15th 1742</title><content type='html'>Many met together to consult on a proper method for discharging the public debt; it was at length agreed 1) that every member of the society, who was able, should contribute a penny a week; 2) that the whole society should be divided into little companies or classes--about twelve in each class; and 3) that one person in each class should receive the contribution of the rest and bring it in to the stewards weekly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111444831787311911?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111444831787311911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111444831787311911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111444831787311911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111444831787311911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/monday-february-15th-1742.html' title='Monday February 15th 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111434857906736238</id><published>2005-04-24T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T14:16:19.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 26th January 1742</title><content type='html'>I explained at Chelsea the faith which worketh by love. I was very weak when I went into the room; but the more "the beasts of the people" increased in madness and rage, the more was I strengthened, both in body and soul; so that I believe few in the house, which was exceedingly full, lost one sentence of what I spoke. Indeed they could not see me, nor one another at a few yards distance, by reason of the exceedingly thick smoke, which was occasioned by the wildfire, and things of that kind, continually thrown into the room. But they who could praise God in the midst of the fires were not to be affrighted by a little smoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111434857906736238?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111434857906736238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111434857906736238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111434857906736238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111434857906736238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/tuesday-26th-january-1742.html' title='Tuesday 26th January 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111416632999661311</id><published>2005-04-22T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T11:38:49.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 25th January 1742</title><content type='html'>(London).--While I was explaining at Long Lane, "He that committeth sin is of the devil" [I John 3:8], his servants were above measure enraged:  they not only made all possible noise (although, as I had desired before, no man stirred from his place or answered them a word); but violently thrust many persons to and fro, struck others, and broke down part of the house. At length they began throwing large stones upon the house, which, forcing their way wherever they came, fell down, together with the tiles, among the people, so that they were in danger of their lives. I then told them, "You must not go on thus; I am ordered by the magistrate, who is, in this respect, to us the minister of God, to inform him of those who break the laws of God and the King: and I must do it if you persist herein; otherwise I am a partaker of your sin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ceased speaking they were more outrageous than before. Upon this I said, "Let three or four calm men take hold of the foremost and charge a constable with him, that the law may take its course." They did so and brought him into the house, cursing and blaspheming in a dreadful manner. I desired five or six to go with him to Justice Copeland, to whom they nakedly related the fact. The justice immediately bound him over to the next sessions at Guildford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I observed when the man was brought into the house that many of his companions were loudly crying out, "Richard Smith, Richard Smith!" who, as it afterwards appeared, was one of their stoutest champions. But Richard Smith answered not; he was fallen into the hands of One higher than they. God had struck him to the heart; as also a woman, who was speaking words not fit to be repeated and throwing whatever came to hand, whom He overtook in the very act. She came into the house with Richard Smith, fell upon her knees before us all, and strongly exhorted him never to turn back, never to forget the mercy which God had shown to his soul. From this time we had never any considerable interruption or disturbance at Long Lane; although we withdrew our persecution upon the offender's submission and promise of better behavior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111416632999661311?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111416632999661311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111416632999661311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111416632999661311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111416632999661311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/monday-25th-january-1742.html' title='Monday 25th January 1742'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111329178397972407</id><published>2005-04-12T08:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T08:43:03.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 12th December 1741</title><content type='html'>In the evening one desired to speak with me. I perceived him to be in the utmost confusion so that for awhile he could not speak. At length, he said, "I am he that interrupted you at the new room, on Monday. I have had no rest since, day or night, nor could have till I had spoken to you. I hope you will forgive me and that it will be a warning to me all the days of my life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111329178397972407?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111329178397972407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111329178397972407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111329178397972407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111329178397972407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/saturday-12th-december-1741.html' title='Saturday 12th December 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111296477304267410</id><published>2005-04-08T13:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T13:52:53.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday December 7th 1741</title><content type='html'>I preached on "Trust ye in the Lord Jehovah; for in the Lord is everlasting strength" [Isa. 26:4]. I was showing what cause we had to trust in the Captain of our salvation, when one in the midst of the room cried out, "Who was your captain the other day, when you hanged yourself? I know the man who saw you when you were cut down." This wise story, it seems, had been diligently spread abroad and cordially believed by many in Bristol. I desired they would make room for the man to come nearer. But the moment he saw the way open, he ran away with all possible speed, not so much as once looking behind him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111296477304267410?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111296477304267410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111296477304267410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111296477304267410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111296477304267410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/monday-december-7th-1741.html' title='Monday December 7th 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111296402208593322</id><published>2005-04-08T13:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T13:40:22.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday November 29th 1741</title><content type='html'>I preached once every day this week and found no inconvenience by it. Sunday, 29. I thought I might go a little farther. So I preached both at Kingswood and at Bristol and afterward spent nearly an hour with the society, and about two hours at the love feast. But my body could not yet keep pace with my mind. I had another fit of my fever the next day; but it lasted not long, and I continued slowly to regain my strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111296402208593322?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111296402208593322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111296402208593322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111296402208593322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111296402208593322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunday-november-29th-1741.html' title='Sunday November 29th 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111262530812291250</id><published>2005-04-04T15:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:35:08.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday November 22nd 1741</title><content type='html'>(Bristol).--Being not suffered to go to church as yet [after a serious fever], I communicated at home. I was advised to stay at home some time longer, but I could not apprehend it necessary. Therefore, on Monday, 23, went to the new room, where we praised God for all His mercies. And I expounded, for about an hour (without any faintness or weariness), on "What reward shall I give upon the Lord for all the benefits that he hath done unto me? I will receive the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the Lord" [see Ps. 116:12, 13].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111262530812291250?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111262530812291250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111262530812291250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111262530812291250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111262530812291250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunday-november-22nd-1741.html' title='Sunday November 22nd 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111239893504790884</id><published>2005-04-02T00:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T00:43:34.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 2nd October 1741</title><content type='html'>We rode to Fonmon castle. We found Mr. Jones's daughter ill of the smallpox; but he could cheerfully leave her and all the rest in the hands of Him in whom he now believed. In the evening I preached at Cardiff in the shire-hall, a large and convenient place, on "God hath given unto us eternal life, and this life is in his son" [I John 5:11]. There having been a feast in the town that day, I believed it needful to add a few words upon intemperance: and while I was saying, "As for you, drunkards, you have no part in this life; you abide in death; you choose death and hell," a man cried out vehemently, "I am one; and thither I am going." But I trust God at that hour began to show him and others "a more excellent way."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111239893504790884?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111239893504790884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111239893504790884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111239893504790884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111239893504790884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-2nd-october-1741.html' title='Friday 2nd October 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111200953021856280</id><published>2005-03-28T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T12:32:10.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, October 1st 1741</title><content type='html'>We set out for Wales; but missing our passage over the Severn in the morning, it was sunset before we could get to Newport. We inquired there if we could hire a guide to Cardiff; but there was none to be had. A lad coming in quickly after, who was going (he said) to Lanissan, a little village two miles to the right of Cardiff, we resolved to go thither. At seven we set out: it rained pretty fast, and there being neither moon nor stars, we could neither see any road, nor one another, nor our own horses' heads; but the promise of God did not fail; He gave His angels charge over us. Soon after ten we came safe to Mr. William's house at Lanissan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111200953021856280?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111200953021856280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111200953021856280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111200953021856280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111200953021856280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/03/thursday-october-1st-1741.html' title='Thursday, October 1st 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111156468443484835</id><published>2005-03-23T08:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T08:58:04.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 1st October 1741</title><content type='html'>We set out for Wales; but missing our passage over the Severn in the morning, it was sunset before we could get to Newport. We inquired there if we could hire a guide to Cardiff; but there was none to be had. A lad coming in quickly after, who was going (he said) to Lanissan, a little village two miles to the right of Cardiff, we resolved to go thither. At seven we set out: it rained pretty fast, and there being neither moon nor stars, we could neither see any road, nor one another, nor our own horses' heads; but the promise of God did not fail; He gave His angels charge over us. Soon after ten we came safe to Mr. William's house at Lanissan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111156468443484835?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111156468443484835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111156468443484835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111156468443484835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111156468443484835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/03/thursday-1st-october-1741.html' title='Thursday 1st October 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111156451763936368</id><published>2005-03-23T08:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T08:55:17.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 26th  August 1741</title><content type='html'>(London).--I was informed of a remarkable conversation at which one of our sisters was present a day or two before: a gentleman was assuring his friends that he himself was in Charles Square when a person told Mr. Wesley to his face that he, Mr. Wesley, had paid twenty pounds already on being convicted for selling Geneva and that he now kept two popish priests in his house. This gave occasion to another to mention what he had himself heard, at an eminent Dissenting teacher's, namely, that it was beyond dispute Mr. Wesley had large remittances from Spain in order to make a party among the poor; and that as soon as the Spaniards landed, he was to join them with twenty thousand men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111156451763936368?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111156451763936368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111156451763936368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111156451763936368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111156451763936368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/03/wednesday-26th-august-1741.html' title='Wednesday 26th  August 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111090645557567779</id><published>2005-03-15T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T18:07:35.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 25th July 1741</title><content type='html'>(Oxford).--It being my turn (which comes about once in three years), I preached at St. Mary's, before the University. The harvest truly is plenteous. No numerous a congregation (from whatever motives they came) I have seldom seen at Oxford. My text was the confession of poor Agrippa, "Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian" [Acts 26:28]. I have "cast my bread upon the waters." Let me "find it again after many days!" [Eccles. 11:1].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111090645557567779?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111090645557567779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111090645557567779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111090645557567779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111090645557567779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/03/saturday-25th-july-1741.html' title='Saturday 25th July 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-111001209077029390</id><published>2005-03-05T09:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T09:41:30.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday July 10th 1741</title><content type='html'>I rode to London and preached at Short's Gardens on "the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth" [Acts 3:6]. Sunday, 12. While I was showing, at Charles' Square, what it is "to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with our God" [see Micah 6:8], a great shout began. Many of the rabble had brought an ox, which they were vehemently laboring to drive among the people. But their labor was in vain; for in spite of them all, he ran round and round, one way and the other, and at length broke through the midst of them clear away, leaving us calmly rejoicing and praising God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-111001209077029390?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111001209077029390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=111001209077029390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111001209077029390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/111001209077029390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/03/friday-july-10th-1741.html' title='Friday July 10th 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110961070658056674</id><published>2005-02-28T18:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:11:46.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 15th June 1741</title><content type='html'>I set out for London, and read over in the way that celebrated book, Martin Luther's comment on the Epistle to the Galatians. I was utterly ashamed. How have I esteemed this book, only because I heard it so commended by others; or, at best, because I had read some excellent sentences occasionally quoted from it! But what shall I say, now I judge for myself? now I see with my own eyes? Why, not only that the author makes nothing out, clears up not one considerable difficulty; that he is quite shallow in his remarks on many passages, and muddy and confused almost on all; but that he is deeply tinctured with mysticism throughout and hence often dangerously wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110961070658056674?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110961070658056674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110961070658056674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110961070658056674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110961070658056674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/02/monday-15th-june-1741.html' title='Monday, 15th June 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110905846669926550</id><published>2005-02-22T08:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T08:47:46.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 14th June 1741</title><content type='html'>I rode to Nottingham and at eight preached at the market place, to an immense multitude of people on "The dead shall hear the voice of the Son of God: and they that hear shall live" [John 5:25]. I saw only one or two who behaved lightly, whom I immediately spoke to; and they stood reproved.  Yet, soon after, a man behind me began aloud to contradict and blaspheme; but upon my turning to him, he stepped behind a pillar and in a few minutes disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we returned to Markfield. The church was so excessively hot (being crowded in ever corner), that I could not, without difficulty, read the evening service. Being afterward informed that abundance of people were still without who could not possibly get into the church, I went out to them and explained that great promise of our Lord, "I will heal their backslidings, I will love them freely" [Hos. 14:4]. In the evening I expounded in the church on her who "loved much, because she had much forgiven."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110905846669926550?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110905846669926550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110905846669926550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110905846669926550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110905846669926550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday-14th-june-1741.html' title='Sunday 14th June 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110854637229493987</id><published>2005-02-16T10:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T10:32:52.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday June 8th 1741</title><content type='html'>I set out from Enfield Chace for Leicestershire. In the evening we came to Northampton, and the next afternoon to Mr. Ellis's at Markfield, five or six miles beyond Leicester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these two days I had made an experiment which I had been so often and earnestly pressed to do--speaking to none concerning the things of God unless my heart was free to it. And what was the event? Why, 1.) that I spoke to none at all for fourscore miles together; no, not even to him that traveled with me in the chaise, unless a few words at first setting out; 2.) that I had no cross either to bear or to take up, and commonly, in an hour or two, fell fast asleep; 3.) that I had much respect shown me wherever I came, everyone behaving to me as to a civil, good-natured gentleman. Oh, how pleasing is all this to flesh and blood! Need ye "compass sea and land" to make "proselytes" to this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110854637229493987?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110854637229493987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110854637229493987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110854637229493987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110854637229493987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/02/monday-june-8th-1741_16.html' title='Monday June 8th 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110785609734345882</id><published>2005-02-08T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T10:48:17.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 10th May 1741 </title><content type='html'>I was obliged to lie down most part of the day, being easy only in that posture. Yet in the evening my weakness was suspended while I was calling sinners to repentance. But at our love-feast which followed, beside the pain in my back and head and the fever which still continued upon me, just as I began to pray I was seized with such a cough that I could hardly speak. At the same time came strongly into my mind, "These signs shall follow them that believe" [Mark 16:17]. I called on Jesus aloud to "increase my faith" and to "confirm the word of his grace." While I was speaking my pain vanished away; the fever left me; my bodily strength returned; and for many weeks I felt neither weakness nor pain. "Unto thee, O Lord, do I give thanks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110785609734345882?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110785609734345882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110785609734345882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110785609734345882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110785609734345882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday-10th-may-1741.html' title='Sunday 10th May 1741 '/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110785558063955328</id><published>2005-02-08T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T10:39:40.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 8th May 1741</title><content type='html'>I found myself much out of order.  However, I made shift to preach in the evening; but on Saturday my bodily strength quite failed so that for several hours I could scarcely lift up my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110785558063955328?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110785558063955328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110785558063955328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110785558063955328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110785558063955328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/02/friday-8th-may-1741.html' title='Friday 8th May 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110759777771870245</id><published>2005-02-05T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:02:57.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday May 7th 1741</title><content type='html'>I reminded the United Society that many of our brethren and sisters had not needful food; many were destitute of convenient clothing; many were out of business, and that without their own fault; and many sick and ready to perish:  that I had done what in me lay to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked, to employ the poor, and to visit the sick; but was not, alone, sufficient for these things; and therefore desired all whose hearts were as my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. To bring what clothes each could spare to be distributed among&lt;br /&gt;   those that wanted most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. To give weekly a penny, or what they could afford, for the relief&lt;br /&gt;   of the poor and sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My design, I told them, is to employ for the present all the women who are out of business, and desire it, in knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To these we will first give the common price for what work they do; and then add, according as they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve persons are appointed to inspect these and to visit and provide things needful for the sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of these is to visit all the sick within her district every other day and to meet on Tuesday evening, to give an account of what she has done and consult what can be done further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110759777771870245?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110759777771870245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110759777771870245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110759777771870245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110759777771870245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/02/thursday-may-7th-1741.html' title='Thursday May 7th 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110744848754445841</id><published>2005-02-03T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T17:34:47.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday April 6th 1741</title><content type='html'>I had a long conversation with Peter Bohler. I marvel how I refrain from joining these men. I scarcely ever see any of them but my heart burns within me. I long to be with them, and yet I am kept from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110744848754445841?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110744848754445841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110744848754445841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110744848754445841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110744848754445841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/02/monday-april-6th-1741.html' title='Monday April 6th 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110620684937300542</id><published>2005-01-20T08:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T08:40:49.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday March 28th 1741</title><content type='html'>Having heard much of Mr. Whitefield's unkind behavior, since his return from Georgia, I went to him to hear him speak for himself that I might know how to judge. I much approved of his plainness of speech. He told me that he and I preached two different gospels; and therefore he not only would not join with or give me the right hand of fellowship, but was resolved publicly to preach against me and my brother, wheresoever he preached at all. Mr.Hall (who went with me) put him in mind of the promise he had made but a few days before, that, whatever his private opinion was, he would never publicly preach against us. He said that promise was only an effect of human weakness, and he was now of another mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110620684937300542?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110620684937300542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110620684937300542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110620684937300542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110620684937300542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/01/saturday-march-28th-1741.html' title='Saturday March 28th 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110568882006237419</id><published>2005-01-14T08:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T08:47:00.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday February 1st 1741</title><content type='html'>A private letter, written to me by Mr. Whitefield, was printed without either his leave or mine, and a great  numbers of copies were given to our people, both at the door and in the Foundry itself. Having procured one of them, I related (after preaching) the naked fact to the congregation and told them, "I will do just what I believe Mr. Whitefield would, were he here himself." Upon which I tore it in pieces before them all. Everyone who had received it, did the same. So that in two minutes there was not a whole copy left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110568882006237419?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110568882006237419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110568882006237419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110568882006237419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110568882006237419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunday-february-1st-1741.html' title='Sunday February 1st 1741'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110288869372739525</id><published>2004-12-12T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T22:58:13.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday November 25th 1740</title><content type='html'>(London).--After several methods proposed for employing those who were out of business, we determined to make a trial of one which several of our brethren recommended to us. Our aim was, with as little expense as possible, to keep them at once from want and from idleness, in order to which [2] , we took twelve of the poorest and a teacher into the society room where they were employed for four months, till spring came on, in carding and spinning of cotton. And the design answered: they were employed and maintained with very little more than the produce of their own labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110288869372739525?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110288869372739525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110288869372739525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110288869372739525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110288869372739525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2004/12/tuesday-november-25th-1740.html' title='Tuesday November 25th 1740'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110267105547851084</id><published>2004-12-10T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T10:30:55.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 30th September 1740</title><content type='html'>As I was expounding the twelfth of the Acts, a young man, with some others, rushed in, cursing and swearing vehemently; he so disturbed all near him that, after a time, they put him out. I observed it and called to let him come in, that our Lord might bid his chains fall off. As soon as the sermon was over, he came and declared before us all that he was a smuggler, then going on that work, as his disguise, and the great bag he had with him, showed. But he said he must never do this more, for he was now resolved to have the Lord for his God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110267105547851084?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110267105547851084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110267105547851084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110267105547851084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110267105547851084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2004/12/tuesday-30th-september-1740.html' title='Tuesday 30th September 1740'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110258092340205634</id><published>2004-12-09T09:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T09:28:43.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 28th September 1740</title><content type='html'>I began expounding the Sermon on the Mount, at London. In the afternoon I described to a numerous congregation at Kennington, the life of God in the soul. One person who stood on the mount made a little noise at first; but a gentleman, whom I knew not, walked up to him, and, without saying one word, mildly took him by the hand and led him down. From that time he was quiet till he went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home I found an innumerable mob round the door who opened all their throats the moment they saw me. I desired my friends to go into the house; and then walking into the midst of the people, proclaimed, "the name of the Lord, gracious and merciful, and repenting him of the evil." They stood staring one at another. I told them they could not flee from the face of this great God and therefore besought them that we might all join together in crying to Him for mercy. To this they readily agreed: I then commended them to His grace and went undisturbed to the little company within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110258092340205634?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110258092340205634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110258092340205634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110258092340205634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110258092340205634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2004/12/sunday-28th-september-1740.html' title='Sunday 28th September 1740'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110249068659205983</id><published>2004-12-08T08:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T08:24:46.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday  September 14th 1740</title><content type='html'>(London).--As I returned home in the evening, I had no sooner stepped out of the coach than the mob, who were gathered in great numbers about my door, quite closed me in. I rejoiced and blessed God, knowing this was the time I had loon been looking for, and immediately spake to those that were next me of "righteousness, and judgment to come." At first not many heard, the noise round about us being exceedingly great.  But the silence spread farther and farther till I had a quiet, attentive congregation; and when I left them, they all showed much love and dismissed me with many blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110249068659205983?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110249068659205983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110249068659205983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110249068659205983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110249068659205983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2004/12/sunday-september-14th-1740.html' title='Sunday  September 14th 1740'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110234462769887692</id><published>2004-12-06T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T15:50:27.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 2nd April 1740</title><content type='html'>The rioters were brought up to the court, the quarter sessions being held that day. They began to excuse themselves by saying many things of me. But the mayor cut them all short, saying, "What Mr. Wesley is, is nothing to you.  I will keep the peace; I will have no rioting in this city."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling at Newgate in the afternoon, I was informed that the poor wretches under sentence of death were earnestly desirous to speak with me; but that it could not be, Alderman Beecher having just then sent an express order that they should not. I cite Alderman Beecher to answer for these souls at the judgment seat of Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110234462769887692?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110234462769887692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110234462769887692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110234462769887692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110234462769887692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2004/12/wednesday-2nd-april-1740.html' title='Wednesday 2nd April 1740'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363188.post-110216105339621773</id><published>2004-12-04T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T12:50:53.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday April 1st 1740</title><content type='html'>(Bristol).--While I was expounding the former part of the twenty-third chapter of the Acts (how wonderfully suited to the occasion! though not by my choice), the floods began to lift up their voice. some or other of the children on Belial had labored to disturb us several nights before: but now it seemed as if all the host of the aliens had come together with one consent. Not only the court and the alleys, but all the street, upwards and downwards, was filled with people, shouting, cursing and swearing, and ready to swallow the ground with fierceness and rage. The mayor sent order that they should disperse. But they set him at nought. The chief constable came next in person, who was, till then, sufficiently prejudiced against us. But they insulted him also in so gross a manner as I believe fully opened his eyes. At length the mayor sent several of his officers who took the ringleaders into custody and did not go till all the rest were dispersed. Surely he hath been to us "the minister of God for good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363188-110216105339621773?l=johnwesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/feeds/110216105339621773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363188&amp;postID=110216105339621773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110216105339621773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363188/posts/default/110216105339621773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesley.blogspot.com/2004/12/tuesday-april-1st-1740.html' title='Tuesday April 1st 1740'/><author><name>Seymour Jacklin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106899408187231190111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pHDe4FjRKeU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEio/rnzlf5xS8OM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
