met together; it was a most solemn season. As we
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Jan. 1770 his pocket with rotten eggs: but, a young man coming unawares, clapped his hands on each side, and mashed them all at once.
In an instant he was perfume all over; though it was not so sweet as balsam.
Tues. Oct. 24.—I preached at Alston, in a large malt-room, where one side of my head was very warm, through the crowd of people, the other very cold, having an open window at myear.
Between six and seven I preached at Northampton; and it was an awful season.
This evening there was such an aurora borealis as I never saw before: the colours, both the white, the flamecolour, and the scarlet, were so exceeding strong and beautiful.
But they were awful too: so that abundance of people were frighted into many good resolutions.
Wesley on Geology and Rousseau Tues. Dec. 26.—I read the letters from our preachers in America, informing us that God had begun a glorious work there; that both in New York and Philadelphia multitudes flock to hear, and behave with the deepest seriousness ; and that the society in each place already contains above an hundred members.
Friday, 29, we observed as a day of fasting and prayer, partly on account of the confused state of public affairs, partly as preparatory to the solemn engagement which we were about to renew.
1770. Mon. Jan. 1.—About eighteen hundred of us met together; it was a most solemn season.
As we did openly "avouch the Lord to be our God, so did He avouch us to be His people."
Wed. 17.—In a little journey, which I took into Bedfordshire, I finished Dr. Burnet's '' Theory of the Earth."
He is doubtless one of the first-rate writers,
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both as to sense and style; his language is remarkably clear, unaffected, nervous, and elegant.
And as to his theory, none can deny that it is ingenious, and consistent with itself.
And it is highly probable, 1. That the earth arose out of the chaos in some such manner as he describes:
2. That the antediluvian earth was without high or abrupt mountains, and without sea, being one uniform crust, enclosing the great abyss: 3.
That the flood was caused by the breaking of this crust, and its sinking into the abyss of waters: and 4. That the present state of the earth, both internal and external, shows it to be the ruins of the former earth.
This is the substance of his two former books, and thus far I can go with him, I have no objection to the substance of his third book upon the general conflagration, but think it one of the noblest tracts which is extant in our language.
And I do not much object to the fourth, concerning the new heavens and the new earth.
The substance of it is highly probable.
Sat. Feb. 3, and at my leisure moments on several of the following days, I read with much expectation a celebrated book—Rousseau upon Education.
But how was I disappointed!
Sure a more consummate coxcomb never saw the sun!
How amazingly full of himself!
Whatever he speaks, he pronounces as an oracle.
But many of his oracles are as palpably false, as that "young children never love old people."
No!
Do they never love grandfathers and grandmother?
Frequently more than they do their own parents, Indeed, they love all that love them, and that with more warmth and sincerity than when they come to riper years.
But I object to his temper, more than to his judgment: he is a mere misanthorpe; a cynic all over.
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Marcu 1770 indeed is his brother-infidel, Voltaire ; and well nigh as great a coxcomb.
But he hides both his doggedness and vanity a little better; whereas here it stares us in the face continually.
As to his book, it is whimsical to the last degree; grounded neither upon reason nor experience.
To cite particular passages would be endless; but any one may observe concerning the whole, the advices which are good are trite and common, only disguised under new expressions.
And those which are new, which are really his own, are lighter than vanity itself.
Such discoveries I always expect from those who are too wise to believe their Bibles.
Swedenborg an Entertaining Madman Wed. 28.—I sat down to read and seriously consider some of the writing of Baron Swedenborg.
I began with huge prejudice in his favour, knowing him to be a pious man, one of a strong understanding, of much learning, and one who thoroughly believed himself.
But I could not hold out long.
Any one of his visions puts his real character out of doubt.
He is one of the most ingenious, lively, entertaining madmen, that ever set pen to paper.
But his waking dreams are so wild, so far remote both from Scripture and common sense, that one might as easily swallow the stories of "Tom Thumb," or " Jack the Giant-Killer."
Mon. March 5.—I came to Newbury, where I had been much importuned to preach.
But where?
The Dissenters would not permit me to preach in their meeting-house.
Some were then desirous to hire the old playhouse ; but the good mayor would not suffer it to be so profaned!
So I made use of a workshop—a large, commodious place.
But it would by no means
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contain the congregation.
All that could hear behaved well; and I was in hopes God would have a people in this place also.
The next evening I preached at Bristol, and spent the rest of the week there.
Wesley and his Horses Wed. 21.—In the following days I went on slowly, through Staffordshire and Cheshire, to Manchester,
In this journey, as well as in many others, I observed a mistake that almost universally prevails; and I desire all travellers to take good notice of it, which may save them both from trouble and danger.
Near thirty years ago, I was thinking, " How is it that no horse ever stumbles while Iam reading?"
(History, poetry, and philosophy I commonly read on horseback, having other employment at other times.) No account can possibly be given but this: because then I throw the reins on his neck.
I then set myself to observe; and I aver, that in riding above an hundred thousand miles,
I scarce ever remember any horse (except two, that would fall head over heels any way) to fall, or make a considerable stumble while I rode with a slack rein.
To fancy, therefore, that a tight rein prevents stumbling is a capital blunder.
I have repeated the trial more frequently than most men in the kingdom cando.
A slack rein will prevent stumbling if anything will.
But in some horses nothing can.
Wed. April 25.—Taking horse at five, we rode to Dunkeld, the first considerable town in the Highlands.
We were agreeably surprised: a pleasanter situation cannot be easily imagined.
Afterwards we went some miles on a smooth, delightful road, hanging over the river Tay; and then went on, winding through the mountains, to the Castle of Blair.
'The mountains, for
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Apri 1770 the next twenty miles, were much higher, and covered with snow.
In the evening we came to Dalwhinny, the dearest inn I have met with in North Britain.
In the morning we were informed, so much snow had fallen in the night, that we could get no farther.
And indeed, three young women, attempting to cross the mountain to Blair, were swallowed up in the snow.
However, we resolved, with God's help, to goas far as we could.
But, about noon, we were at a full stop: the snow, driving together on the top of the mountain, had quite blocked up the road.
We dismounted, and, striking out of the road warily, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, with many stumbles, but no hurt, we got on to Dalmagarry, and before sunset, to Inverness.
Fri. 27.—I breakfasted with the senior minister, Mr.
M'Kenzie, a pious and friendly man.
At six in the evening I began preaching in the church, and with very uncommon liberty of spirit.
At seven in the morning I preached in the library, a large commodious room ; but it would not contain the congregation ; many were constrained to go away.
Afterwards I rode over to Fort George, a very regular fortification, capable of containing four thousand men.
As I was just taking horse, the commanding officer sent word, I was welcome to preach.
But it was a little too late: I had then but just time to ride back to Inverness.
Wesley at Nairn, Elgin, and Aberdeen Mon. 30.—We set out in a fine morning. A little before we reached Nairn, we were met by a messenger from the minister, Mr. Dunbar; who desired, I would breakfast with him, and give them a sermon in his church.
Afterwards we hastened to Elgin, through a pleasant and well-cultivated country.
When we set out
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from hence, the rain began, and poured down till we came to the Spey, the most impetuous river I ever saw.
Finding the large boat was in no haste to move, I stepped into a small one, just going off.
It whirled us over the stream almost in a minute.
I waited at the inn at Fochabers (dark and dirty enough in all reason), till our friends overtook me with the horses.
The outside of the inn at Keith was of the same hue, and promised us no great things.
But we were agreeably disappointed.
We found plenty of everything, and so dried ourselves at leisure.
Sun. May 6.—I preached in the college kirk at Old Aberdeen, to a very serious (though mostly genteel) congregation.
In the evening I preached at our own room, and early in the morning took my leave of this loving people.
We came to Montrose about noon.
I had designed to preach there; but found no notice had been given.
However, I went down to the green, and sung a hymn.
People presently flocked from all parts, and God gave me great freedom of speech; so that I hope we did not meet in vain.
At seven in the evening I preached at Arbroath, properly Aberbrothwick.
The whole town seems moved : the congregation was the largest I have seen since we left Inverness; and the society, though but of nine months' standing, is the largest in the kingdom, next that of Aberdeen.
Tues. 8.—I took a view of the small remains of the abbey.
I know nothing like it in all North Britain.
I paced it, and found it an hundred yards long.
'The breadth is proportionable.
Part of the west end, which is still standing, shows it was full as high as Westminster
Abbey.
The south end of the cross aisle likewise is standing, near the top of which is a large circular window.
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May 1776 The zealous Reformers, they told us, burnt this down.
God deliver us from reforming mobs!
I have seen no town in Scotland which increases so fast, or which is built with so much common sense, as this.
Two entire new streets, and part of a third, have been built within these two years.
They run parallel with each other, and have a row of gardens between them.
So that every house has a garden; and thus both health and convenience are consulted.
Where Are the Highlands?
Mon. 14.—After ten years' inquiry, I have learned what are the Highlands of Scotland.
Some told me, '' The Highlands begin when you cross the Tay "; others, ''when you cross the North Esk"; and others, " when you cross the river Spey": but all of them missed the mark.
For the truth of the matter is, the Highlands are bounded by no river at all, but by carns, or heaps of stones laid in a row, south-west and north-east, from sea to sea.
These formerly divided the kingdom of the Picts from that of the Caledonians, which included all the country north of the carns; several whereof are still remaining.
It takes in Argyleshire, most of Perthshire, Murrayshire, with all the north-west counties.
This is called the Highlands, because a considerable part of it (though not the whole) is mountainous.
But it is not more mountainous than North Wales, nor than many parts of England and Ireland; nor do I believe it has any mountain higher than Snowdon Hill, or the Skiddaw in Cumberland.
Talking Erse, therefore, is not the thing that distinguishes these from the Lowlands.
Neither is this or that river; both the Tay, the Esk, and the Spey running through the Highlands, not south of them.
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Fri. 18.—We rode over to the Earl of Haddington's seat, finely situated between two woods.
The house is exceeding large and pleasant, commanding a wide prospect both ways: and the Earl is cutting walks through the woods, smoothing the ground, and much enlarging and beautifying his garden.
Yet he is to die!
In the evening, I trust God broke some of the stony hearts of Dunbar. A little increase here is in the society likewise ; and all the members walk unblamably.
Wesley and the Turnpikes Fri. June 15.—I was agreeably surprised to find the whole road from Thirsk to Stokesley, which used to be extremely bad, better than most turnpikes.
The gentlemen had exerted themselves, and raised money enough to mend it effectually.
So they have done for several hundred miles in Scotland, and throughout all Connaught in Ireland ; and so they undoubtedly might do throughout all England, without saddling the poor people with the vile imposition of turnpikes for ever.
In the afternoon we come to Whitby.
Having preached thrice a day for five days, I was willing to preach in the house; but notice had been given of my preaching in the market-place; so I began at six, toa large congregation most of them deeply attentive.
Sun. 17.—We had a poor sermon at church.
However, I went again in the afternoon, remembering the words of Mr. Philip Henry, "If the preacher does not know his duty, I bless God that I know mine."
Thur. 28.—I can hardly believe that I am this day entered into the sixty-eighth year of my age.
How marvellous are the ways of God!
Howhas He kept me even from achild!
From ten to thirteen or fourteen, I had little but bread to eat, and not great plenty of that.
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Jury 1770 I believe this was so far from hurting me, that it laid the foundation of lasting health.
When I grew up, in consequence of reading Dr. Cheyne, I chose to eat sparingly, and drink water.
This was another great means of continuing my health, till I was about sevenand-twenty.
I then began spitting of blood, which continued several years.
A warm climate cured this.
I was afterwards brought to the brink of death by a fever; but it left me healthier than before.
Eleven years after, I was in the third stage of a consumption ; in three months it pleased God to remove this also.
Since that time I have known neither pain nor sickness, and am now healthier than I was forty years ago.
This hath God wrought!
Wesley in St. Albans Abbey Mon. July 30.—I preached at Bingham, ten miles from Nottingham.
I really admired the exquisite stupidity of the people.
They gaped and stared while I was speaking of death and judgment, as if they had never heard of such things before.
And they were not helped by two surly, ill-mannered clergymen, who seemed to be just as wise as themselves.
The congregation at Houghton in the evening was more noble, behaving with the utmost decency.
Tues. 31.—At nine I preached in the market-place at Loughborough, to almost as large a congregation as at Nottingham, and equally attentive.
Thence I rode to Markfield.
Notwithstanding the harvest, the church was quickly filled.
And great was our rejoicing in our great High Priest, through whom we "came boldly to the throne of grace."
In the evening I preached in the Castle Yard at Leicester, to a multitude of awakened and unawakened.
One feeble attempt was made to
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disturb them: a man was sent to cry fresh salmon at a little distance; but he might as well have spared the pains, for none took the least notice of him.
Wed. Aug. 1.—I rode to Northampton.
It being still extremely hot, I determined not to be cooped up, but took my stand on the side of the common, and cried aloud to a large multitude of rich and poor,
" Acquaint thyself now with him, and be at peace."
Thur. 2.—Some friends from London met us at St.
Albans.
Before dinner we took a walk in the abbey, one of the most ancient buildings in the kingdom, near a thousand years old; and one of the largest, being five hundred and sixty feet in length (considerably more than Westminster Abbey), and broad and high in proportion.
Near the east end is the tomb and vault of good Duke Humphrey.
Some now living remember since his body was entire.
But after the coffin was opened, so many were curious to taste the liquor in which it was preserved, that in a little time the corpse was left bare, and then soon mouldered away.
A few bones are now all that remain.
How little is the spirit concerned at this!
Wesley and the Druid Monuments Tues, 21.—I rode on to Tiverton, and thence through Launceston, Camelford, Port Isaac, Cubert, St. Agnes, and Redruth, to St. Ives.
Here God has made all our enemies to be at peace with us, so that I might have preached in any part of the town.
But I rather chose a meadow, where such as would might sit down, either on the grass or on the hedges—so the Cornish term their broad stone walls, which are usually covered with grass.
Here I enforced, 'Fear God, and keep His commandments ; for this is the whole of man."
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Sat. Sept. 1.—I took a walk to the top of that celebrated hill, Carn Brae.
Here are many monuments of remote antiquity, scarce to be found in any other part of Europe: Druid altars of enormous size, being only huge rocks, strangely suspended one upon the other; and rock-basins, hollowed on the surface of the rock, it is supposed, to contain the holy water.
It is probable these are at least coeval with Pompey's theatre, if not with the pyramids of Egypt.
And what are they the better for this?
Of what consequence is it either to the dead or the living, whether they have withstood the wastes of time for three thousand or three hundred years ?
Congregation of 20,000 Sun, 2.—At five in the evening I preached in the natural amphitheatre at Gwennap.
The people covered a circle of near fourscore yards diameter, and could not be fewer than twenty thousand.
Yet, upon inquiry, I found they could all hear distinctly, it being a calm, still evening.
After visiting Medros, Plymouth, and Collumpton, I came on Friday, 7, to Taunton.
Presently, after preaching, I took horse.
The rain obliged us to make haste; but in a while the saddle came over his neck, and then turned under his belly.
I had then only to throw myself off, or I must have fallen under him.
I was a little bruised, but soon mounted again, and rode to Lympsham, and the next day to Bristol.
Sun. 9.—My voice was weak when I preached at Princes Street in the morning.
It was stronger at two in the afternoon, while I was preaching under the sycamore tree in Kingswood; and strongest of all at five in the evening, when we assembled near King's Square in Bristol.
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Thur. Oct. 11.—About eleven I preached at Winchester, to a genteel and yet serious congregation.
I was a little tired before I came to Portsmouth, but the congregation soon made me forget my weariness. Indeed the people in general here are more noble than most in the south of England.
They receive the word of God "with all readiness of mind," and showed civility, at least, to all that preach it.
Fire at Portsmouth Dock Fri. 12.—I walked round the Dock, much larger than any in England.
The late fire began in a place where no one comes, just at low water, and at a time when all were fast asleep.
So that none can doubt its being done by design.
It spread with such amazing violence, among tow, and cordage, and dry wood, that none could come near without the utmost danger.
Nor was anything expected, but the whole dock would be consumed, if not the town also.
But this God would not permit.
It stopped on one side, close to the commissioner's house ; and just as it was seizing the town on the other side, the wind changed and drove it back.
Afterwards the fury of it was checked, by water, by sand, and by pulling down some buildings.
And yet it was full five weeks before it was wholly put out.
Wesley Preaches Whitefield's Funeral Sermon Sat. Nov. 10.—I returned to London, and had the melancholy news of Mr. Whitefield's death confirmed by his executors, who desired me to preach his funeral sermon on Sunday, the 18th.
In order to write this, I retired to Lewisham on Monday; and on Sunday following, went to the chapel in Tottenham Court Road.
An immense multitude was gathered together from all
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I was at first afraid that a great part of the congregation would not be able to hear; but it pleased God so to strengthen my voice, that even those at the door heard distinctly.
It was an awful season : all were still as night; most appeared to be deeply affected ; and an impression was made on many, which one would hope will not speedily be effaced.
The time appointed for my beginning at the Tabernacle was half-hour after five ; but it was quite filled at three, so I began at four.
At first the noise was exceeding great ; but it ceased when I began tospeak ; and my voice was again so strengthened that all who were within could hear, unless an accidental noise hindered here or there for a few moments. O that all may hear the voice of him with whom are the issues of life and death ; and who so loudly, by this unexpected stroke, calls all his children to love one another !
Fri. 23.—Being desired by the trustees of the tabernacle at Greenwich to preach Mr. Whitefield's funeral sermon there, I went over to-day for that purpose ; but neither would this house contain the congregation.
Those who could not get in made some noise at first, but in a little while all were silent.
Here, likewise, I trust God has given a blow to that bigotry which had prevailed for many years.
Mon. Dec. 3.— I took a little journey into Kent.
In the evening I preached at Chatham, in the new house, which was sufficiently crowded with attentive hearers.
Tues. 4.—I preached at Canterbury.
Wed. 5.—We went to Dover, where, with some difficulty, we climbed to the top of Shakespeare's cliff.
It is exceeding high, and commands a vast prospect both by sea and land; but it is nothing so terrible in itself as it is in his description.
I preached to a very serious