Monday, May 21.--I took my leave of Newcastle; and about noon preached in the market
place at Morpeth. A few of the hearers were a little ludicrous at first, but their mirth was
quickly spoiled. In the evening I preached in the Courthouse at AInwick, where I rested the
next day. Wednesday, 23.--I rode over the sands to Holy Island, once the famous seat of a
bishop, now the residence of a few poor families who live chiefly by fishing. At one side of
the town are the ruins of a cathedral, with an adjoining monastery. It appears to have been
a lofty and elegant building, the middle aisle being almost entire. I preached in what was
once the market place, to almost all the inhabitants of the island, and distributed some little
books among them for which they were exceedingly thankful. In the evening I preached at
Berwick-upon-Tweed; the next evening at Dunbar; and on Friday, 25, about ten, at Haddington, in Provost D.'s yard, to a very elegant congregation. But I expect little good will be done
here, for we begin at the wrong end: religion must not go from the greatest to the least, or
the power would appear to be of men.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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