there was no danger at all. On the fifth day a second Physician was called: who feeling his pulse, said, "Why do you send for me? I can do nothing. He is a dead man.' Hearing this, he cried out, "Doctor, you have deceived me. I leave money enough; but my soul is lost." He catched hold of one and another, crying, "Save me, save me." He endeavoured to throw himself into the fire. Being hindered from doing this, he seized upon his own arm, and tore it with his teeth. And after a short time, in all the agony of rage, despair, and horror, expired.

AN

EXTRACT

OF THE

REV. JOHN WESLEY'S

JOURNAL,

No. XI.

FROM JUNE 17, 1758, TO MAY 5, 1760.

NATURDAY, June 17, I met Thomas Walsh once more,

SAT

in Limerick, alive, and but just alive. Three of the best Physicians in these parts have attended him, and all agree, that it is a lost case; that by violent straining of his voice, added to frequent colds, he has contracted a pulmonary consumption, which is now in the last stage, and consequently beyond the reach of any human help. O, what a man, to be snatched away in the strength of his years! Surely thy judgments are a great deep!

Wednesday 21, Our little Conference began, at which fourteen Preachers were present. We settled all things here, which we judged would be of use to the Preachers or the Societies, and consulted how to remove whatever might be a hindrance to the Work of God.

Friday 23, I rode over to Court-Mattress, a colony of Germans, whose parents came out of the Palatinate, about fifty years ago. Twenty families of them settled here, twenty more at Killikeen, a mile off; fifty at Balligarane, about two miles Eastward; and twenty at Pallas, four miles

farther. Each family had a few acres of ground, on which they built as many little houses. They are since considerably increased in number of souls, though decreased in number of families. Having no minister, they were become eminent for drunkenness, cursing, swearing, and an utter neglect of religion. But they are washed; since they heard and received the truth, which is able to save their souls. An oath is now rarely heard among them, or a drunkard seen in their borders. Court-Mattress is built in the form of a square, in the middle of which they have placed a pretty large preaching-house: but it would not contain one half of the congregation; so I stood in a large yard. The wind kept off the rain while I was preaching: as soon as I ended, it began.

Sunday 25, About six I preached in the island near Limerick, in a square, green inclosure, which was formerly Oliver Cromwell's camp. I have not seen such a congre. gation since we left London. To how much better purpose is this ground employed, than it was in the last century!

Thursday 29, I rode to Clare, and at six preached in the street to many poor Papists and rich Protestants, almost all the gentry in the Country being assembled together. Thence I went on to Ennis; and at ten the next morning, had another genteel congregation in the Court-house. In Ennis many suppose, there are not less than fifty Papists to one Protestant. They would have been very ready to shew their good will; but the sight of Mr. B— kept them in awe. A report, however, was spread of some terrible things they were to do in the evening; and many were surprised to observe, that nine in ten of the congregation were Papists; but none spoke an unkind or uncivil word, either while I preached or after I had done. How unspeakable is the advantage, in point of common sense, which middling people have over the rich! There is so much paint and affectation, so many unmeaning words and senseless customs among people of rank, as fully justify the remark made seventeen hundred years ago: Sensus communis in illa Fortuna raruş.

Sunday, July 2, I preached in the island near Limerick, both morning and evening, standing on the side of a large hollow, adjoining to the old camp. The ground on the sides of it sloped upward, so that the people sat on the grass, row above row. Such an amphitheatre I never saw before, in which thousands of hearers were so commodiously placed. And they seemed earnestly to attend to our Lord's invitation: Come, for all things are now ready! I did not then observe, that I strained myself; but in the morning I was extremely hoarse. This increased all day, together with a load and stoppage in my breast. On Tuesday morning I began spitting blood, found a pain in my left side, a sensible decay of strength, and a deep wheezing cough; just the symptoms which I had some years since. I immediately applied a brimstone plaister to my side, and used a linctus of roasted lemon and honey. Wednesday 5, my side was quite easy, and my hoarseness much abated: so in the evening I made shift to preach again, though not without difficulty. I had purposed preaching the next day, at Shronill, about twenty-four English miles from Limerick; and at Clonmell, about the same distance from Shronill: but perceiving my strength would not suffice, and yielding to the advice of my friends, I rested another day.

Thursday 6, The news of Prince Ferdinand's victory, had half turned the heads of most of the Protestants, till they were brought to themselves by news of another kind, which ran through the city as in an instant. One who was well known therein, a great curser and blasphemer, and eminently without God in the world, went a fishing a little way from his own door, and stood with his angling-rod on the edge of the water. Many were looking on, when his foot slipping, he fell forward and sunk. As help was at hand, he was soon drawn out: but it was too late. There were no remains of life. His soul was gone to give its account.

Friday 7, I rode in a chaise to Charleville, and thence on an easy horse to Cork. James Massiot died in peace the morning before: so I was just in time to perform the last

office for him. Saturday 8, the congregation was large; but my voice was so weak that many could not hear. Sunday 9, after the burial of James Massiot, I preached to a multitude of people, on Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord: and the longer I spoke, the more my voice was strengthened.

Tuesday 11, I rode with James Morgan to Bandon, and preached in the Market-house to a listening multitude. Wednesday 12, I read over the Analysis of Lord Bolingbroke's Works. Surely never did any man so flatly contradict, and so fully answer himself! Thursday 13, about noon, I preached in the Exchange at Kingsale. The townsfolk care for none of these things; but we had a large congregation of soldiers, many of whom are good soldiers of Jesus Christ. In the evening I preached in the main street at Bandon. Having now need of all my voice, it was given me again; only with a little pain in my side, which ceased while I was speaking.

Saturday 15, I preached about noon at Innishannon, and returned to Bandon. A fortnight since they laid the foundation of their preaching-house: this evening I preached in the shell of it: but it would not contain the congregation. Truly these are swift to hear, though not slow to speak. Sunday 16, I preached again in the shell of the house, at eight, and in the main street at six in the evening. Observing many of the French officers there, I could not but pray for them in particular. Some of them were deeply attentive. Perhaps it was not for nothing, that God brought them into a strange land.

Monday 17, I returned to Cork. Tuesday 18, I began speaking severally to the members of the Society. Many of them, I found, were truly alive to God. Old misunderstandings were removed. And I had the satisfaction of seeing them so united together, as they had not been for many years. Friday 21, I met with a Tract which utterly confounded all my philosophy: I had long believed, that Microscopic animals were generated, like all other animals, by