Wednesday, 21.--After an hour with a few friends in Truro, I rode forward to Grampound, a mean, inconsiderable, dirty village. However, it is a borough town. Between twelve
and one I began preaching in a meadow, to a numerous congregation. While we were singing,
I observed a person in black on the far side of the meadow, who said, "'Come down; you
have no business there." Some boys who were on a wall, taking it for granted that he spoke
to them, got down in all haste. I went on, and he walked away. I afterward understood that
he was the minister and the Mayor of Grampound. Soon after, two constables came and
said, "Sir, the mayor says you shall not preach within his borough." I answered, "The mayor
has no authority to hinder me. But it is a point not worth contesting." So I went about a
musket-shot farther and left the borough to Mr. Mayor's disposal.
Thursday, 22.--I rode to Mevagissey, which lies on the south sea, just opposite to Port Isaac on the north. When I was here last, we had no place in the town; I could only preach about half a mile from it. But things are altered now: I preached just over the town, to almost all the inhabitants, and all were still as night. The next evening a drunken man made some noise behind me. But after a few words were spoken to him, he quietly listened to the rest of the discourse.
The Journal of John Wesley
Thursday, 22.--I rode to Mevagissey, which lies on the south sea, just opposite to Port Isaac on the north. When I was here last, we had no place in the town; I could only preach about half a mile from it. But things are altered now: I preached just over the town, to almost all the inhabitants, and all were still as night. The next evening a drunken man made some noise behind me. But after a few words were spoken to him, he quietly listened to the rest of the discourse.
The Journal of John Wesley
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