Thursday, 20.--I went on to Castle Caulfield and preached on the green adjoining to
the castle, to a plain, serious people, who still retain all their earnestness and simplicity.
Thence I rode to Cookstown, a town consisting of one street about a mile long, running
directly through a bog. I preached to most of the inhabitants of the town; and so the next
day, morning and evening. Many “received the word with gladness." Perhaps they will not
all be stony-ground hearers.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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