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translated Aldrich's Logic. About ten we passed, and before five came to Baldon Ferry, and found the boat ready for us : but the boatmen desired us to stay a while, saying, “ The wind was too high, and the tide too strong.” The secret was, they stayed for more passengers ; and it was well they did : for while we were walking to and fro, Mr. Jenkin Morgan came; at whose house, near half . tween the Ferry and Holyhead, I had lodged three years before. The night soon came on; but our guide, knowing all the country, brought us safe to his own door.
Sunday 26, I preached at Howell Thomas's, in Trefollwin parish, to a small, earnest congregation. As many did not understand, one of the brethren repeated the substance of the sermon in Welsh. In the afternoon I went to William Pritchard's, though much against my will, as there was none there to interpret, and I was afraid very few of my hearers could understand English. But I was mistaken : the congregation was larger than I had ever seen in Anglesea. A considerable number of them understood English tolerably well ; and the looks, sighs, and gestures of those that did not, shewed that God was speaking to their hearts. It was a glorious opportunity. The whole congregation seemed to be melted down. So little do we know the extent of God's power. If he will work, what shall hinder him ?
The wind being contrary, I accepted of the invitation of an honest Exciseman, (Mr. Holiday,) to stay at his house till it should change. Here I was in a little, quiet, solitary spot, (maxime animo exoptatum með!) where no human voice was heard, but those of the family. On Tuesday I desired Mr. Hopper to ride over to Holyhead, and enquire concerning our passage. He brought word that we might, probably, pass in a day or two; so on Wednesday we both went thither. Here we overtook John Jane, who had set out on foot from Bristol, with three shillings in his pocket. Six nights out of the seven since he set out, he had been entertained by utter strangers. He went by us we could not tell how, and reached Holyhead on Sunday, with one
By him we sent back our horses to Mr. Morgan's. I had a large congregation in the evening. It almost grieved me, I could give them but one sermon, now they were at length willing to hear. About eleven we were called to go on board, the wind being quite fair : and so it continued till we were just out of the harbour. It then turned west, and blew a storm. There was neither moon nor stars, but rain and wind enough ; so that I was soon tired of staying on deck. But we met another storm below : for who should be there, but the famous Mr. Grof Caernarvonshire ! A clumsy, overgrown, hard-faced man; whose countenance I could only compare to that (which I saw in Drury-lane thirty years ago ) of one of the Ruffians in Macbeth. I was going to lie down, when he tumbled in, and poured out such a volley of ribaldry, obscenity, and blasphemy, every second or third word being an oath, as was scarcely ever heard at Billingsgate. Finding there was no room for me to speak, I retired into my cabin, and left him to Mr. Hopper. Soon after, one or two of his own company interposed, and carried him back to his cabin.
Thursday 29, We wrought our way four or five leagues toward Ireland ; but were driven back in the afternoon to the very mouth of the harbour : nevertheless, the wind shifting one or two points, we ventured out again ; and by midnight we were got about half-seas-over ; but the wind then turning full against us, and blowing hard, we were driven back again, and were glad about nine to get into the bày once more.
In the evening I was surprised to see, instead of some poor, plain people, a room full of men, daubed with gold and silver. That I might not go out of their depth I began expounding the story of Dives and Lazarus. It was more applicable than I was aware ; several of them, (as I afterwards learned, ) being eminently wicked men. I delivered my own soul; but they could in no wise bear it. One and another walked away, murmuring sorely. Four stayed till I drew to a close : they then put on their hats, and began talking to one another. I mildly reproved them; on which
they rose up and went away, railing and blaspheming. I
In the night there was a vehement storm. Blessed be
I then went down to a small company of the poor people, and spent half an hour with them in prayer. .
Sunday, April 1, We designed to set out early for Mr.
then set out, having one of Holyhead for our guide, reached a Church, six or seven miles off, about eleven, (where we stopped till the service was ended) and went on to William Pritchard's, near Llanerell-ymadd. I had appointed to preach there at four. I found the same spirit as before among this loving, simple people. Many of our hearts burned within us : and I felt what I spoke, The kingdom of God is at hand.
Many who were come from the town earnestly pressed me to
go and preach there, assuring me it was the general desire of the inhabitants. I felt a strong aversion to it, but would not refuse, not knowing what God might have to do, So I went: but we were scarcely set down, when the sons of Belial from all parts gathered together, and compassed the house. I could just understand their oaths and curses, which were broad English, and sounded on every side. The rest of their language was lost upon me, as mine was upon them. Our friends would have had me stay within : but I judged it best to look them in the face, while it was open day. So I bade them open the door, and Mr. Hopper and I walked straight through the midst of them. Having procured a guide, we then went on without hindrance, to our retreat at Mr. Holloway’s. Surely this journey will be for good; for hitherto we have had continual storms, both by sea and land.
Tuesday 3, Mr. William Jones of Trefollwin, called and told us, an exhorter was preaching a little way off. We went and found him on the Common, standing on a little rock, in the midst of an attentive congregation. After he had done I preached, and then returned to my study at Langevnye. Thursday 5, I read over great part of Gerard's Meditationes Sacræ, a book recommended to me in the strongest terms. But, alas ! how was I disappointed! They have some masterly strokes, but are in general trite and flat, the thoughts being as poor as the Latin. It is well every class of writers has a class of readers, or these meditations would never have come to a second impression.
About noon I preached two miles west of Llanerell-ymadd, and in the evening, about a quarter of a mile further. Not
one scoffer is found in these congregations, but whoever hears, hears for his life. Friday 6, I preached near Llanerell-ymad at noon, and at Trefollwin in the evening. Ob
, serving at night, the wind was changed, I rode to Holyhead early in the morning. A ship was just ready to sail; so we went on board, and in the evening landed at Dublin.
Sunday 8, 1 preached morning, afternoon, and evening, and then exhorted the Society to stand fast in the good, old Bible-way, and not move from it, to the right hand or to the left. I found Mr. Lunell in so violent a fever, that there was little hope of his life ; but he revived the moment he saw me, and fell into a breathing sweat. He began to recover from that time. Perhaps for this also was I sent.
Monday 9, I found, upon enquiry, many things had been represented to me worse than they really were. But it is well: If they had not been so represented, I should scarcely have come over this year. Tuesday 10, I learned the real case of Roger Ball. He first deceived Mr. L. and W.T.; who quickly agreed, that so valuable a man must be employed immediately. So he was invited to preach to our congregation, and received as one of our family. But it soon appeared what manner of man he was, full of guile, and of the most abominable errors; one of which was, “That a believer had a right to all women.” I marvel he has turned only three persons out of the way.
Wednesday 11, I found some of the fruits of his labours. One of the leaders told me frankly, “He had left off communicating for some time; for St. Paul said, Touch not, taste not, handle not." And all seemed to approve of dropping the preaching on Tuesday and Thursday, “ seeing the dear Lamb is the only teacher.”
Thursday 12, I breakfasted with one of the Society, and found she had a lodger I little thought of. It was the famous Mrs. Pilkington, who soon made an excuse for following me up stairs. I talked with her seriously about an hour. We then sung, “Happy Magdalene.” She appeared to be exceedingly struck. How long the impression may last, God knows.