upon his bed, he did receive the knowledge of salvation, by the remission of sins. And he declared it boldly, to the confusion at least, if not conviction of those who denied the truth.

Saturday 6, I preached at eight in the morning at Bath, and in the evening at Coleford. The Colliers of this place were darkness indeed: but now they are light in the Lord.

Tuesday 9, I met about sixty of the Society in Bristol, to consult about enlarging the Room; and indeed securing it; for there was no small danger of its falling upon our heads. In two or three days, two hundred and thirty pounds were subscribed. We immediately procured experienced builders to make an estimate of the expense; and I appointed five Stewards (besides those of the society,) to superintend the work.

Friday 12, After preaching at Oakhill about noon, I rode on to Shepton, and found them all under a strange consternation. A mob, they said, was hired, prepared, and made sufficiently drunk, in order to do all manner of mischief. I began preaching between four and five, none hindered or interrupted at all. We had a blessed opportunity, and the hearts of many were exceedingly comforted. I wondered what was become of the mob; but we were quickly informed they mistook the place, imagining I should alight (as I used to do,) at William Stones' house, and had summoned by drum all their forces together to meet me at my coming. But Mr. Swindels innocently carrying me to the other end of the town: they did not find their mistake till I had done preaching; so that the hindering this, which was one of their designs, was utterly disappointed.

However, they attended us from the Preaching-house to William Stones's, throwing dirt, stones, and clods in abundance; but they could not hurt us, only Mr. Swindels had a little dirt on his coat, and I a few specks on my hat.

After we were gone into the house, they began throwing great stones, in order to break the door; but perceiving this would require some time, they dropped that design for the

present. They first broke all the tiles on the pent-house over the door, and then poured in a shower of stones at the windows. One of their Captains in his great zeal, had followed us into the house, and was now shut in with us. He did not like this, and would fain have got out; but it was not possible. So he kept as close to me as he could, thinking himself safe when he was near me. But staying a little behind, when I went up two pair of stairs, and stood close on one side, where we were a little sheltered, a large stone struck him on the forehead, and the blood spouted out like a stream. He cried out, "O Sir, are we to die to-night? What must I do? What must I do?" I said, "Pray to God. He is able to deliver you from all danger.' He took my advice, and began praying in such a manner, as he had scarce done ever since he was born.

Mr. Swindels and I then went to prayer: after which I told him, "We must not stay here. We must go down immediately." He said, "Sir, we cannot stir, you see how the stones fly about." I walked straight through the room, and down the stairs; and not a stone came in, till we were at the bottom. The mob had just broke open the door, when we came into the lower room; and exactly while they burst in at one door, we walked out at the other. Nor did one man take any notice of us, though we were within five yards of each other.

They filled the house at once, and proposed setting it on fire; but one of them happening to remember that his own house was next, with much ado persuaded them not to do it. Hearing one of them cry out, "They are gone over the grounds," I thought the advice was good. So we went over the grounds to the farther end of the town, where Abraham Jenkins waited, and undertook to guide us to Oak-hill.

I was riding on in Shepton-lane, it being now quite dark, when he cried out, "Come down: come down from the bank." I did as I was bid; but the bank being high, and the side very near perpendicular, I came down all at once, my horse and I tumbling one over another. But we both rose

unhurt. In less than an hour we came to Oak-hill, and the next morning to Bristol.

Sunday 14, At seven I preached at Bedminster. At Kingswood I began between eight and nine. At Connam about two, (where I read prayers also) and in Bristol at five. After the society was the love-feast at which my soul was refreshed; but my body was worn out, so that I could hardly speak to be heard: nor did I recover my voice for several days.

Monday 15, I set out for Ireland. We came to the New Passage at ten. After waiting about five hours, we found (which they did not care to confess) that the boatmen did not dare to venture out. It blew a storm. We then rode to the Old Passage; but the boat was just gone off.

Tuesday 16, They talked of passing early; but the storm was too high. I then walked to Aust, where I preached about ten, to a small, serious congregation. Between four and five, the wind somewhat abating, a boat ventured out, and carried us over. We passed through Chepstow soon after sun-set, and pushed on, though it grew dark, and the untracked snow lay thick upon the ground. About eight we reached the Star, a good, though small inn, five long miles from Chepstow. It snowed all night.

Wednesday 17, We set out before day; but found it bad travelling, there being no path to be seen, neither footstep of man or beast. However, in four or five hours we reached Abergavenny, and Brecknock before three in the afternoon.

Our landlady here almost forced us to take a guide. And it was extremely well she did. For the snow had so entirely covered the roads, that our guide himself mistook the way more than once. So that if he had not been with us, we should, without doubt, have lodged upon the mountains.

I preached in the evening at Builth, and at noon the next day; at Garth in the evening, and twice on Friday.

Saturday 20, I preached in Maesmennys' Church in the afternoon; at Garth morning and evening.

Sunday 21, I preached in the morning in Lanzanfried Church. The service at Builth was not over till past two. I then began in the Church-yard, notwithstanding the Northeast wind, to call sinners to repentance. More than all the town were gathered together in that pleasant vale, and made the woods and mountains echo while they sung,—

"Ye mountains and vales, in praises abound!

Ye hills and ye dales, continue the sound :
Break forth into singing ye trees of the wood :
For Jesus is bringing lost sinners to God."

In the evening I preached at Garth, and on Monday 22, at five in the morning. A little before sun-rise we took horse, it being a clear sharp frost. We had waited four days in hopes the snow would melt, fearing the drifts of it would lie deep upon the mountain; particularly as we journeyed Northward. But quite contrary to our expectation, the farther Northward we went, the less snow we found, so that it scarce hindered us after the first day. About eleven we came to Lanidlos. At the earnest request of one who lived there, I preached at noon in the Market-place, to such a congregation as no one could have expected at an hour's warning.

It was as much as we could do to reach Machuntleth that night. It snowed again from about midnight till morning : so that no path was to be seen for several miles: however, we found our way to Tannabull, and passed the sands in the afternoon, being determined to reach Caernarvon, if pos sible. And so we did, notwithstanding my horse losing a shoe but not till between nine and ten at night.

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Wednesday 24, We hastened on to Holyhead. But all the ships were on the other side. Thursday 25, no packetboat being come, I gave notice of preaching in the evening. The hearers were many more than the Room could contain. And they all behaved with decency.

Friday 26, I preached again in the evening, Mr. E., the Minister, came in towards the close. He was speaking warmly to our landlord, when Mr. Swindels went to him, and spoke a few mild words. Mr. E. asked him, to step

with him to his lodgings, where they had a long and friendly conversation.

Saturday 27, Mr. Swindels informed me that Mr. E. would take it a favour if I would write some little thing, "To advise the Methodists not to leave the Church, and not to rail at their Ministers." I sat down immediately and wrote, "A Word to a Methodist," which Mr. E. translated into Welsh, and printed.

Sunday 28, In the evening I read prayers at our Inn, and preached to a large and serious audience. I did the same on Monday and Tuesday evening. Perhaps our stay here may not be in vain.

I never knew men make such poor, lame excuses, as these Captains did for not sailing. It put me in mind of the Epigram,

"There are if rightly I may think

Five causes why a man should drink ;”

which with a little alteration, would just suit them.

• There are, unless my memory fail,

Five causes, why we should not sail ;
The fog is thick: the wind is high:
It rains or may do by and by:
Or any other reason why.'

Wednesday, March 2, finding no more probability of sailing now, than the first day we came to Holyhead, we rode into the country to see for Mr. William Jones, who had some acquaintance with my brother. We procured a guide to shew us the way to his house; but all we learnt there, was that he was not at home. We lodged at the Bull's-head. All the family came up to prayers, and we had a quiet and comfortable night.

Thursday 3, Mr. Holloway, a neighbouring Exciseman, invited us to breakfast with him. He once began to run well; and now resolved to set out afresh. I trust we were sent to him for good.

His wife bitterly opposed this way, till one day, as she was sitting in her house, a flash of lightning killed a cat which sat just by her, and struck her to the earth, scorch