At seven in the evening Mr. G. began the service at his own (the College) church. It was so full before I came that I could not get in without a good deal of difficulty.
The Journal of John Wesley
Monday, February 11, 2013
Student Poverty
Wednesday, 18.—I walked over the city, which I take to be as large as Newcastle-upon-Tyne. The University (like that of Dublin) is only one College, consisting of two small
squares; I think not larger, nor at all handsomer, than those of Lincoln College, in Oxford.
The habit of the students gave me surprise. They wear scarlet gowns, reaching only to their
knees. Most I saw were very dirty, some very ragged, and all of very coarse cloth. The high
church is a fine building. The outside is equal to that of most cathedrals in England; but it
is miserably defaced within, having no form, beauty, or symmetry left.
At seven in the evening Mr. G. began the service at his own (the College) church. It was so full before I came that I could not get in without a good deal of difficulty.
The Journal of John Wesley
At seven in the evening Mr. G. began the service at his own (the College) church. It was so full before I came that I could not get in without a good deal of difficulty.
The Journal of John Wesley
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