Tuesday, May 3.—I rode to Birr, twenty miles from Atlone and, the key of the session
house not being to be found, declared "The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ" in the street, to
a dull, rude, senseless multitude. Many laughed the greater part of the time. Some went away
just in the middle of a sentence. And yet when one cried out (a Carmelite friar, clerk to the
priest), “You lie! You lie!” the zealous Protestants cried out, “Knock him down”; and it was
not sooner said than done. I saw some bustle, but knew not what was the matter, till the
whole was over.
In the evening we rode to Balliboy. There being no house that could contain the congregation, I preached here also in the street. I was afraid, in a new place, there would be but few in the morning; but there was a considerable number, and such a blessing as I had scarcely found since I landed in Ireland.
The Journal of John Wesley
In the evening we rode to Balliboy. There being no house that could contain the congregation, I preached here also in the street. I was afraid, in a new place, there would be but few in the morning; but there was a considerable number, and such a blessing as I had scarcely found since I landed in Ireland.
The Journal of John Wesley
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