Sunday, 14.--At eight I chose a large ground, the sloping side of a meadow, where the
congregation stood, row above row, so that all might see as well as hear. It was a beautiful
sight. Everyone seemed to take to himself what was spoken. I believe every back-slider in
the town was there. And surely God was there, to "heal their backslidings."
I began at Zennor, as soon as the church service ended; I suppose scarcely six persons went away.
At five I went once more into the ground at St. Ives and found such a congregation as I think was never seen in a place before (Gwennap excepted) in this county. Some of the chief of the town were now not in the skirts, but in the thickest of the people. The clear sky, the setting sun, the smooth, still water, all agreed with the state of the audience.
The Journal of John Wesley
I began at Zennor, as soon as the church service ended; I suppose scarcely six persons went away.
At five I went once more into the ground at St. Ives and found such a congregation as I think was never seen in a place before (Gwennap excepted) in this county. Some of the chief of the town were now not in the skirts, but in the thickest of the people. The clear sky, the setting sun, the smooth, still water, all agreed with the state of the audience.
The Journal of John Wesley
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