Sunday, 28.—I preached at five, on the Common, to a well-behaved, earnest congregation:
and at eight near the room on “Seek ye the Lord, while he may be found” [Isa. 55:6]. The
congregation was much larger than before and equally serious and attentive. At ten I went
to church. Mr. Barlow preached a useful sermon on “God be merciful to me a sinner” [Luke
18:13]; and a thundering one in the afternoon, on, “Where their worm dieth not, and the
fire is not quenched”[Mark 9:44].
Monday, 29.—I took horse between three and four and reached Perranwell, three miles beyond Truro, about six. I preached to a very large congregation at seven; and the word was as the rain on the tender herb.
Tuesday, 30.—We came to St. Ives before morning prayers, and walked to church without so much as one huzza. How strangely has one year changed the scene in Cornwall! This is now a peaceable, nay, honorable station. They give us good words almost in every place. What have we done that the world should be so civil to us?
The Journal of John Wesley
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