Monday, 15.—I had many little trials in this journey, of a kind I had not known before.
I had borrowed a young, strong mare when I set out from Manchester. But she fell lame
before I got to Grimsby. I procured another but was dismounted again between Newcastle
and Berwick. At my return to Manchester, I took my own; but she had lamed herself in the
pasture. I thought, nevertheless, to ride her four or five miles today; but she was gone out
of the ground, and could hear nothing of her. However, I comforted myself that I had another at Manchester, which I had lately bought. But when I came thither, I found one had
borrowed her too and ridden her away to Chester.
Saturday, 20.—I rode to Chester and preached at six in the accustomed place, a little without the gates, near St. John’s church. One single man, a poor alehousekeeper, seemed disgusted, spoke a harmless word, and ran away with all speed. All the rest behaved with the utmost seriousness while I declared “the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ.”
The Journal of John Wesley
Saturday, 20.—I rode to Chester and preached at six in the accustomed place, a little without the gates, near St. John’s church. One single man, a poor alehousekeeper, seemed disgusted, spoke a harmless word, and ran away with all speed. All the rest behaved with the utmost seriousness while I declared “the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ.”
The Journal of John Wesley
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