to a lovely congregation, many of whom have not left
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are unsufferable; I have borne them for these twelve years, but can bear them no longer.
2. Several pieces are inserted without my knowledge, both in prose and verse.
I must try whether these things cannot be amended for the short residue of my life.
"How Is the Tide Turned"
Mon. 17.—In the afternoon, as we could not pass by the common road, we procured leave to drive round by some fields, and got to Falmouth in good time.
The last time I was here, about forty years ago, I was taken prisoner by an immense mob, gaping and roaring like lions: but how is the tide turned!
High and low now lined the street, from one end of the town to the other, out of stark love and kindness, gaping and staring as if the King were going by.
In the evening I preached on the smooth top of the hill, at a small distance from the sea, to the largest congregation I have ever seen in Cornwall, except in or near Redruth.
And such a time I have not known before, since I returned from Ireland.
God moved wonderfully on the hearts of the people, who all seemed to know the day of their visitation.
Wed. 19.—I preached at noon in the high street in Helstone, to the largest and most serious congregation which I ever remember to have seen there.
Thursday, 20. I went on to St. Just, and preached in the evening to a lovely congregation, many of whom have not left their first love.
Friday, 21.
About eleven I preached Newlyn, and in the evening at Penzance ; at both places I was obliged to preach abroad.
Saturday, 22.
I crossed over to Redruth, and at six preached to a huge multitude, as usual, from the steps of the market-house.
The word seemed to sink deep into every heart.
I know not that ever I spent such a week in Cornwall before.