AN

EXTRACT

OF THE

REV. JOHN WESLEY'S

JOURNAL,

No. XV.

FROM MAY 14, 1768, TO SEPTEMBER 1, 1770.

NATURDAY, May 14, 1768, I walked once more through Holyrood-house, a noble pile of building ; but the greatest part of it left to itself, and (so like the palace at Scone) swiftly running to ruin. The tapestry is dirty and quite faded; the fine ceilings dropping down; and many of the pictures in the gallery torn, or cut through. This was the work of good General Hawley's soldiers, (like General, like men!) who, after running away from the Scots at Falkirk, revenged themselves on the harmless

canvass !

Sunday 15, At eight I preached in the High-Schoolyard; and I believe not a few of the hearers were cut to the heart. Between twelve and one a far larger congregation assembled on the Castle hill. And I believe my voice com manded them all, while I opened and enforced those awful words, I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God. In the evening our house was sufficiently crowded, even with the rich and honourable. Who hath warned these to flee from the wrath to come? O may they at length awake and arise from the dead! Monday 16, I preached in the evening at Dunbar, near the shore, to an unusually large congregation.

Tuesday 17, I looked over Dr. Shaw's Travels: great part of them is very dull and unentertaining: but some remarks are extremely curious. I was a little surprised at one of them: namely, that the celebrated Mount Atlas, is not higher than many of our English mountains, and nothing nearly so high as the Alps. But it was much farther from Rome. So travellers might make it as high as the moon; and few in Italy could contradict them.

Wednesday 18, I came to poor dead Berwick. However, I found a few living souls even here. At seven I preached in the Town-hall, to an exceedingly serious, though not numerous congregation. The next evening I preached in the Market-place at Alnwick. Friday 20, I went on in reading that fine book, Bishop Butler's Analogy. But Í doubt it is too hard for most of those, for whom it was chiefly intended. Free-thinkers, so called, are seldom close thinkers. They will not be at the pains of reading such a book as this. One that would profit them, must dilute his sense, or they will neither swallow, nor digest it.

Saturday 21, About noon I preached at Morpeth, and in the evening at Newcastle, in the old Custom-house, a large commodious room near the Quay side, the grand resort of publicans and sinners. Sunday 22, I preached in the morning, under the trees in Gateshead, to a large and serious multitude; and at two, on the Fell, to a much larger. But the largest of all attended at the Garth-heads in the evening. And great part of them were not curious hearers, but well acquainted with the things of the kingdom of God.

Wednesday 25, and the two following days, being at Sunderland, I took down from one who had feared God from her infancy, one of the strangest accounts I ever read. And yet I can find no pretence to disbelieve it. The wellknown character of the person excludes all suspicion of fraud; and the nature of the circumstances themselves, excludes the possibility of a delusion. It is true, there are several of them, which I do not comprehend. But this is with me a very slender objection. For, what is it which I

do comprehend, even of the things I see daily? Truly not "The smallest grain of sand, or spire of grass."

I know not how the one grows, nor how the particles of the other cohere together. What pretence have I then to deny well attested facts, because I cannot comprehend them?

It is true likewise, that the English, in general, and indeed most of the men of learning in Europe, have given up all accounts of witches and apparitions, as mere old wives' fables. I am sorry for it: and I willingly take this opportunity of entering my solemn protest against this violent compliment, which so many that believe the Bible pay to those who do not believe it. I owe them no such service. I take knowledge, that these are at the bottom of the outcry which has been raised, and with such insolence spread throughout the nation, in direct opposition not only to the Bible, but to the suffrage of the wisest and best of men in all ages and nations. They well know, (whether Christians know it or not) that the giving up witchcraft, is, in effect, giving up the Bible. And they know, on the other hand, that if but one account of the intercourse of men with separate spirits be admitted, their whole castle in the air (Deism, Atheism, Materialism) falls to the ground. I know no reason, therefore, why we should suffer even this weapon to be wrested out of our hands. Indeed there are numerous arguments besides, which abundantly confute their vain imaginations. But we need not be hooted out of one; neither reason nor religion requires this,

One of the capital objections to all these accounts, which I have known urged over and over, is this: "Did you ever see an apparition yourself?" No: nor did I ever see a murder. Yet I believe there is such a thing; yea, and that in one place or another murder is committed every day. Therefore I cannot, as a reasonable man, deny the fact; although I never saw it, and perhaps never may. The testimony of unexceptionable witnesses fully convinces me both of the one and the other,

But to set this aside, it has been confidently alleged that

many of these have seen their error, and have been clearly convinced, that the supposed preternatural operation was the mere contrivance of artful men. The famous instance of this, which has been spread far and wide, was the drumming in Mr. Mompesson's house at Tedworth; who, it was said, acknowledged, "It was all a trick, and that he had found out the whole contrivance." Not so, my eldest brother, then at Christ-Church, Oxon, enquired of Mr. Mom pesson, his fellow collegian, "Whether his father had acknowledged this or not:" He answered, "The resort of gentlemen to my father's house was so great, he could not bear the expense. He therefore took no pains to confute the report, that he had found out the cheat: although he and I, and all the family knew the account which was published, to be punctually true,"

This premised, I proceed to as remarkable a narrative as any that has fallen under my notice. The reader may believe it if he pleases: or may disbelieve it, without any offence to me. Mean-time let him not be offended if I believe it, till I see better reason to the contrary. I have added a few short remarks, which may make some passages a little more intelligible.

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1, Elizabeth Hobson was born in Sunderland, in the year 1744. Her father dying when she was three or four years old, her uncle, Thomas Rea, a pious man, brought her up as his own daughter. She was serious from a child, and grew up in the fear of God. Yet she had deep and sharp convictions of sin, till she was about sixteen years of age, when she found peace with God: and from that time the whole tenor of her behaviour was suitable to her profession.

On Wednesday, May 25, 1768, and the three following days, I talked with her at large. But it was with great difficulty I prevailed on her to speak. The substance of what she said was as follows:

66 2, From my childhood, when any of our neighbours died, whether men, women, or children, I used to see them, either just when they died, or a little before. And I was not frightened at all, it was so common. Indeed many times I

did not then know they were dead. I saw many of them by day, many by night. Those that came when it was dark, brought a light with them. I observed all little children and many grown persons, had a bright, glorious light round them. But many had a gloomy, dismal light, and a dusky cloud over them.

"3, When I told my uncle this, he did not seem to be at all surprised at it. But at several times he said, Be not afraid: only take care to fear and serve God. As long as he is on your side, none will be able to hurt you.' At other times he said, (dropping a word now and then, but seldom answering me any questions about it,) Evil spirits seldom appear, but between eleven at night and two in the morning. But after they have appeared to a person a year, they frequently come in the day-time. Whatever spirits, good or bad, come in the day, they come at sun-rise, at noon, or at sun-set.' +

"4, When I was between twelve and thirteen, my uncle had a lodger, who was a very wicked man. One night I was sitting in my chamber, about half an hour after ten, having by accident put out my candle, when he came in all over on a flame. I cried out, William, why do you come in so to fright me?' He said nothing, but went away. I went after him into his room; but found he was fast asleep in bed. A day or two after, he fell ill, and within the week died in raging despair.

"5, I was between fourteen and fifteen, when I went very early one morning to fetch up the kine. I had two fields to cross into a low ground, which was said to be haunted. Many persons had been frightened there: and I had myself often seen men and women (so many, at times, that they were out of count) go just by me and vanish away. This morning, as I came toward it, I heard a con fused noise, as of many people quarrelling. But I did not

It appears highly probable, that he was himself experimentally acquainted with these things.

+ How strange is this! But how little do we know, concerning the laws of the invisible world!