I went to prayers at three in the old church—a grand and venerable structure. Between
five and six the coach called and took me to Mighton Car, about half a mile from the town.
A huge multitude, rich and poor, horse and foot, with several coaches, were soon gathered
together; to whom I cried with a loud voice and a composed spirit, “What shall it profit a
man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” Some thousands of the people
seriously attended; but many behaved as if possessed by Moloch. Clods and stones flew
about on every side; but they neither touched nor disturbed me.
When I had finished my discourse, I went to take coach, but the coachman had driven clear away. We were at a loss, till a gentlewoman invited my wife and me to come into her coach. She brought some inconveniences on herself thereby; not only as there were nine of us in the coach, three on each side, and three in the middle; but also as the mob closely attended us, throwing in at the windows (which we did not think it prudent to shut) whatever came next to hand. But a large gentlewoman who sat in my lap screened me, so that nothing came near me.
The Journal of John Wesley
When I had finished my discourse, I went to take coach, but the coachman had driven clear away. We were at a loss, till a gentlewoman invited my wife and me to come into her coach. She brought some inconveniences on herself thereby; not only as there were nine of us in the coach, three on each side, and three in the middle; but also as the mob closely attended us, throwing in at the windows (which we did not think it prudent to shut) whatever came next to hand. But a large gentlewoman who sat in my lap screened me, so that nothing came near me.
The Journal of John Wesley
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