and mind entire, works in his garden some hours every day, and praises God, who has prolonged his life to so good a purpose. Sunday 9, At eight we had the usual congregation in the Market-house, and the usual blessing. Mr. G preached an excellent sermon at Church, on the necessity of the religion of the heart. At five, I preached on the Connaught side of the river, to abundance of Romanists as well as Protestants: all of whom seemed convinced, that they ought not any longer, to halt between two opinions. Here I learned from her husband, that "Rose Longworth, found peace with God in June, 1749. This she never lost, and often rejoiced with joy unspeakable. From that time, she was always remarkably serious, and walked closely with God. "About Easter, 1751, she found a great decay of her bodily strength. But of this she never complained, being only concerned, lest her soul should suffer loss. In July following, she was removed into the country, but still continued walking in the light. Toward the latter end of the month, apprehending her time was short, she desired to return to Athlone. On Saturday the 21st, she returned, extremely weak, but continually praising God: and all the following week expressing a strong desire to depart, and be with Christ. ❝ Mr. administered the sacrament to her on Sunday. She could speak little, but said, she had no doubt of her salvation. He was deeply affected, and said, he believed her; but could scarcely speak for tears. When she could not be heard, she had her eyes constantly fixed upward, and her lips moving. In the afternoon she fainted away. Coming to herself, she said, 'Ah! I was disappointed: I thought I had escaped.' She then prayed for her husband, for her parents, for the Society, the Church, and the whole world. Fainting again, and coming to herself, she cried out, See my Redeemer! See my Redeemer! See how his blood streams! I see the Lamb in glory! I see the peo Lamb in glory. Fare ye well. God be with you. Fare ye well.' She then ceased to speak, and went to God." Monday 10, I preached at Aughrim, and found the ple much alive to God. Tuesday 11, I rode over to Mr. M's. How gracious has God been to this family! Three years ago, his youngest daughter, after she had received a clear sense of the love of God, was brought to the gates of death, and continues still just on the wing for eternity. His other daughter was suddenly struck last year, and after having witnessed a good confession, to all that were round about her, went to God in the full triumph of faith. Some months since, Mr. M's brother began to decline and two or three weeks ago, full of unutterable peace and joy, went to him, whom his soul loved. : Wednesday 12, In the evening I preached at Birr. I scarcely ever saw so large, so genteel, and so serious a congregation there before. The next evening, I reached Limerick. I spent Friday and Saturday in conference with our Preachers, and the next week spake with each of the members of the Society: many of whom, I now found, were rooted and grounded in love, and zealous of good works. Friday 21, I rode through heavy rain to Shronill, and to Cork the next day. Sunday 23, at eight, the house would not near contain the congregation. Yet I judged a small congregation with peace, preferable to a large one with noise and tumult. On Monday and Tuesday, I carefully examined the Society put away those who did not walk according to the Gospel, and found about three hundred who still strive to have a conscience void of offence toward God, and toward man, Tuesday 25, I preached in the Market-place, at Kinsale. The next morning, at eight, I walked to the fort. On the hill above it we found a large, deep hollow, capable of containing two or three thousand people. On one side of this, the soldiers soon cut a place with their swords for me to stand, where I was screened both from the wind and sun, while the congregation sat on the grass before me. Many eminent sinners were present, particularly of the army. And I believe God gave them a loud call to repentance. In the evening I called sinners to repentance in the main street, at Bandon. On Thursday and Friday, the rain drove us into the Market-house. Indeed I hardly remember two dry days together, since I landed in Ireland. Saturday 29, I returned to Cork, and spent a comfortable day, having a strong hope, that God will lift up the hands that hang down. Monday 31, I rode to Clonmell. A wide door was opened here a year ago. But one evening, just after sermon was ended, the room in which the preaching had been, fell. Two or three persons were hurt thereby for which reason, (could one desire a better?) the people of the town vowed, that no Methodist should ever more preach in Clonmell. Tuesday, September 1, I preached at Waterford. Only one poor man behaved amiss. His case is really to be pitied. Some time since he had strong desires to serve God, and had broke off his outward sins, when Mr., one of the Prebendaries, told him, “He did very wrong to go after those fellows;" and made him promise to hear them no more. He kept his word, and turned back, wallowing in sin, as he did before. the Methodists; so all is well. He and welcome. as a dog to his vomit, But he does not go to may go to the devil Wednesday 2, At eleven Mr. Walsh began preaching in Irish in the Market-house. It being Market-day, the people flocked from all sides, many of them seriously attended, A few of the rabble cursed and swore; but did not make any considerable interruption. At five I went to the Court-house, and began preaching. But the mob was so numerous and noisy that few could hear. Perceiving the noise increase more and more, I walked through the midst of the mob to my lodgings. They hallooed and shouted, and cursed amain. Hitherto could they come, but no further. Thursday, September 14, (so we must call it now, seeing the New Stile now takes place) I rode to the Bog of Boiree, where a great and effectual door is opened. On Friday evening we rode on to Goree, and the next day to Dublin. Sunday 17, I made an end of Mr. V's Essay on the Happiness of the Life to come.. I am glad it is written in French. Probably not many in Ireland will be at the pains of reading it. He is a lively, sensible writer. But I cannot believe his hypothesis, while I believe the Bible. Monday 18, We had our first Watch-night in the new house; and it was a night that will not soon be forgotten. On Tuesday I rode to Portarlington, and the next day to Birr, through so violent a storm, that my strength was utterly exhausted, and how I should preach, I knew not. But God soon renewed my strength; and on Thursday 21, I arose lively and well; and in the afternoon, through continued rain, came very wet, but not tired, to Limerick. Saturday 23, We reached Cork. Sunday 24, in the evening I proposed to the Society, the building a Preachinghouse. The next day ten persons subscribed a hundred pounds; another hundred was subscribed in three or four days, and a piece of ground taken. I saw a double providence now in our not sailing last week. If we had, probably this house had never been built and it is most likely, we should have been cast away: above thirty ships, we were informed, have been lost on these coasts in the late storm. : Sunday, October 1, We had in the morning at St. Paul's, a strong, close, practical sermon; and another, at our own Church in the afternoon, delivered in an earnest, affectionate manner. We had a solemn season likewise at the Room : so that this day was a day of joy and thanksgiving. The wind being contrary still, on Monday 2, I rode once more to Bandon. But though I came unexpected, the house was too small to contain one half of the congregation. So I preached in the street, both this evening, and at five on 4 Tuesday morning: the moon giving us as much light as we wanted till the sun supplied her place. I then returned to Cork. On Friday 6, the ship being under sail, we took boat, and came to Cove in the evening. All the Inns being full, we lodged at a private house. But we found one inconvenience herein. We had nothing to eat: for our provisions were on board, and there was nothing to be bought in the town: neither flesh, nor fish, nor butter, nor cheese. At length we procured some eggs and bread, and were well contented. Sunday 8, We were called early by the pilot, and told we must rise and go on board. We did so, and found a large number of passengers: but the wind turning, most of them went on shore. At eleven I preached to those that were left. About six it blew a storm, but we were anchored in a safe harbour, so it neither hurt nor disturbed us. Monday 9, Finding there was no probability of sailing soon, we went up to Mr. P's, near Passage. I preached there in the street about four, to most of the inhabitants of the town. They behaved very quietly; but very few seemed either convinced or affected, Tuesday 10, We had another violent storm. It made Mr. P's house rock to and fro, though it was a new, strong house, and covered on all sides with hills as well as with trees. We afterwards heard, that several ships were lost on the coast. Only one got into the harbour, but grievously shattered, her rigging torn in pieces, and her main-mast gone by the board. Wednesday 11, I rode to Cork once more, and was very fully employed all the day. The next morning we returned to Cove, and about noon got out of the harbour. We immediately found the effects of the late storm, the sea still boiling like a pot. The moon set about eight, but the Northern Lights abundantly supplied her place. Soon after, God smoothed the face of the deep, and gave us a small, fair wind. Friday 13, I read over Pascal's Thoughts. What could possibly induce such a creature as Voltaire, to give such |