Saturday, 18.—I set out for Glasgow. One would rather have imagined it was the middle
of January than the middle of April. The snow covered the mountains on either hand, and
the frost was exceedingly sharp; so I preached within, both this evening and on Sunday
morning. But in the evening the multitude constrained me to stand in the street. My text
was, "What God has cleansed, that call not thou common" [Acts 10:15]. Hence I took occasion
to fall upon their miserable bigotry for opinions and modes of worship. Many seemed to
be not a little convinced; but how long will the impression continue?
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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