Wesley Corpus

I preached there again on Sunday, 16, and administered the Lord's Supper to the society. I think they were all in tears; but, with the greatest part, they were tears of joy and love. I met the singers for the last time. I joined them together two years ago; but, as the Preachers following took no care or thought about them, they of course flew asunder. And no wonder; for nothing will stand in the Methodist plan, unless the Preacher has his heart and his June, 1771. JOURNAL, 437 hand in it. Every Preacher, therefore, should consider it is mot his business to mind this or that thing only, but every thing. Cheerfully leaving Londonderry, I rode through the wild, dreary mountains, to Cookstown. Here the scene was changed. The house at which I alighted was filled with whisky-drinkers; and the whole town, it being the fair-day, was all hurry and confusion. However, about seven the tent was set up. The people flocked from all quarters; and, considering many of them were far from sober, behaved tolerably well. I preached at five and at twelve, to a lifeless company; and then rode, through a fruitful country, to Stewart-Town. A large congregation soon assembled in the Court-House, most of whom behaved with decency; though very few of them appeared to understand anything of the matter. We went on to Castle-Calfield. As we were walking in the afternoon, an horse that was feeding turned short, and struck me on the small of my back. Had he been but an inch or two nearer, I should not have travelled any farther. As it was, I was well again in a few days. In the evening I preached on the lovely Green, before the castle, to a serious and large congregation. This was the first summer day we have had this year; and this was only warm, not hot. About eleven we had a still larger congregation, near the castle in Charlemount; whom I exhorted to be "not slothful in business," but "fervent in spirit, serving the Lord." At seven in the evening I preached at Armagh, in Mr. Macgough's avenue. The congregation was in an arbour, the wide-spread trees quite overshadowing them; while The setting sun adorned the coast, His beams entire, his fierceness lost. I rode to Caladon, where, two years ago, Mr.