About eleven we took horse. While we were dining at Nairn, the innkeeper said, "Sir,
the gentlemen of the town have read the little book you gave me on Saturday, and would
be glad if you would please to give them a sermon." Upon my consenting, the bell was immediately rung, and the congregation was quickly in the kirk. Oh, what a difference is there
between South and North Britain! Everyone here at least loves to hear the Word of God,
and none takes it into his head to speak one uncivil word to any for endeavoring to save
their souls.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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