Journey through the West of England to the North of Ire- Account of Ellen Stanyers, of Macclesfield, of Catherine Murray, of Carrick-on-Sure, Strictures on Marshall's Gospel Mystery of Sanctification, 230 Two Letters on the Necessity of producing the Fruits of NUMBER XV. From May 14, 1768, to September 1, 1770. Strange Account of Elizabeth Hobson, of Sunderland, Revival of the Work among the Scholars at Kingswood, Mr. Wesley's Journey to Ireland, Returns to the Bristol Conference, Journey through the West of England to Scotland, Revival of the Work in Weardale, Journey through Yorkshire, Wales, &c. to London, His Tour through Bedfordshire, Norfolk, &c. Deliverance in imminent Danger, Journey through Yorkshire and Wales into Cornwall, Death of Susannah Spencer, of Whittlebury, NUMBER XVIII. From January 1, 1776, to August 8, 1779. AN EXTRACT OF THE REV. JOHN WESLEY'S JOURNAL, No. XII. FROM MAY 6, 1760, TO OCTOBER 28, 1762. TO THE READER. I AM sensible, there are many particulars in the ensuing Journal, which some serious persons will not believe, and which others will turn to ridicule. But this I cannot help, unless by concealing those things, which I believe it my bounden duty to declare. I cannot do otherwise, while I am persuaded, that this was a real work of God: and that he hath so wrought this, and all his marvellous works, that they ought to be had in remembrance. I have only to desire, That those who think differently from me, will bear with me as I do with them: and that those who think with me, That this was the most glorious work of God, which has ever been wrought in our memory, may be encouraged to expect to be themselves partakers of all the great and precious promises: and that without delay; seeing Now is the accepted time! Now is the day of salvation! LONDON, JAN. 31, 1767. VOL. 3-A JOURNAL. No. XII. FROM MAY 6, 1760, TO OCTOBER 28, 1762. TUESDAY, May 6, I had much conversation (at Carrickfergus) with Monsieur Cavenac, the French General, not on the circumstances, but the essence of religion. He seemed to startle at nothing; but said more than once, and with much emotion, "Why, this is my religion there is no true religion besides it." Wednesday 7, I rode to Larne. The rain which had continued with little intermission, for several days, stopped this afternoon; so that I had a very large as well as serious congregation: and I spoke to them with the utmost plainness: but I could not find the way to their hearts. Thursday 8, We rode over the mountains to Ballimena, and had just passed through the town, when a man came running out of the field, called me by my name, and pressed me much to preach there: but I could not stay, having appointed one to meet me at Portglenone, which he accordingly did, and brought me to Mr. Burrows, near Garvah. Friday 9, A little rest was acceptable. Saturday 10, I preached, morning and evening, in Mr. B's house, to a well-behaved congregation, though of various denominations, Churchmen, Papists, Presbyterians, Cameronians. One Seceder likewise ventured in: but the moment he heard, "Our Father, which art in heaven," he ran away with all speed. Sunday 11, We had such a congregation in the Church, as perhaps had not been there in this century. And I believe God reached some of their hearts: several were in tears. I spoke extremely plain; especially to those who were full of their own wisdom and righteousness. Monday 12, Returning through Ballimena, I preached in the Market-house, to a large concourse of people: and God was there of a truth. I have found no such spirit in any congregation since I left Dublin. Thence I rode to Moira, and preached to a very civil congregation but there is no life in them! Tuesday 13, My Irish horse was thoroughly tired. However, with much difficulty, partly riding, and partly walking, about eight in the evening I reached Coot-hill. I preached in the house now, and at five in the morning; but at eleven in the Market-house, where I delivered my own soul, to most of the Protestants in the town. Having procured a fresh horse, I rode on to Belturbet, a town in which there is neither Papist nor Presbyterian. But to supply that defect, there are Sabbath-breakers, drunkards, and common-swearers in abun |