Mr. Wesley proceeds. "Sunday the 23d, I began in the evening before the usual time; yet were a multitude of people got together, in the house, yard, and street abundantly more than my voice could reach. I cried aloud to as many as could hear, All things are ready; come ye to the marriage. Having delivered my message, about eleven I took ship for England, leaving J. Trembath, then a burning and a shining light, a workman that needed not to be ashamed, to water the seed which had been sown. Wednesday 26, about two in the afternoon we landed at Holyhead. Saturday 29, I preached at Garth, in Brecknockshire, in the evening, where I met my brother, in his way to Ireland".-The remaining part of this year, Mr. Wesley spent in Bristol, London, Salisbury, and the neighbouring places.

In 1747, Mr. Wesley experienced God's providential care in the following perilous accident. 66 I took horse," says he, " in Bristol for Wick, where I had, appointed to preach at three in the afternoon. I was riding by the wall through St. Nicholas' gate my horse having been brought to the house where I dined just as a cart turned short from St. Nicholas street, and came swiftly down the hill. There was just room to pass between the wheel of it and the wall; but that space was taken up by the carman. I called to him to go back, or I must ride over him. But the man, as if deaf, walked straight forward. This obliged me to hold back my horse. In the mean time the shaft of the cart came full against his shoulder, with such a shock as beat him to the ground. He shot me forward over his head, as an arrow out of a bow, where I lay with my arms and legs, I knew not how, stretched out in a line, close to the wall. The wheel ran by, near my side, but only dirtied my clothes, I found no flutter of spirit, but the same composure as if I had been sitting in my study. When the cart was gone, I rose. Abun

dance of people gathered round, till a gentleman desired me to step into his shop. After cleaning myself a little, I took horse again, and was at Wick by the time appointed. I returned to Bristol, where the report of my being killed had spread far and wide, time enough to praise God in the great congregation, and to preach on, Thou, Lord, shalt save both man and beast."

"February 12, 1748. After preaching at Oakhill, a village in Somersetshire, I rode on to Shepton-Mallet, but found the people all under a strange consternation. A mob, they said, was hired, and made sufficiently drunk to do all manner of mischief. I began preaching between four or five; and 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 that I should alight, as I used to do, at William Stone's house, and summoned by drum all their forces together to meet me at my coming. But Mr. Swindells, one of the preachers, innocently carrying me to the other end of the . town, they did not find their mistake till I had done preaching.

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

"After we had gone into the house, they began throwing large stones, in order to break the door. But perceiving this would require some time, they dropped that design for the present. They then broke all the tiles on the Pent-house over the door, and 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.

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this, and would fain have gone out; but it was not possible. So he kept as close to me as he could, thinking himself safest 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, 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, I believe, as he had scarcely ever done before.

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Mr. Swindells 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 broken open the door, when we came into the lower room; and 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 remembering that his own. house was next, persuaded them not to do it. Hearing some person cry out, "They are gone over the grounds,” I thought the hint was good. So we went over the grounds to the far end of the town, where a friend waited, and undertook to guide us to Oakhill.

"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 desired; but the bank being high, and the side almost 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 Oakhill, and the next morning to Bristol."

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February 15, he left Bristol, and proceeded through Wales on his way to Ireland. to Ireland. On the 24th, he reached Holyhead, where he was detained about twelve days. He did not remain idle; but preached every day in the neighbourhood.

March 8, about one o'clock in the morning, they sailed, and reached Dublin in the evening, where Mr. Wesley found his brother. On the 16th, he inquired into the state of the society. "Most pompous accounts," says Mr. Wesley, "had been sent me from time to time, of the great numbers that were added to it; so that I confidently expected to find therein, six or seven hundred members. And how is the real fact? I left three hundred and ninety four members; and I doubt if there are now, three hundred and ninety six!"

On the 30th, he left Dublin, and rode to Philip'sTown. The street was soon filled with those whe flocked from every side. And even at five in the morning, he had a large congregation. After worship he spoke severally to those of the society; of whom forty were troopers. At noon he addressed a larger congregation than that in Dublin.

The following days he preached at Tullamore, Tyrrell's-Pass, Claro, Temple-Maqueteer, Moat; and on April 2d, came to Athlone.

"May 3, I rode to Birr, twenty miles from Athlone ; and the key of the Sessions-house not being to be found, declared The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, in the street, to a dull, rude, senseless multitnde. Many laughed the greater part of the time. Some went away just in the middle of a sentence. And yet when one cried out, a Carmelite Friar, Clerk to the Priest, "You lie:" the zealous Protestants cried out, "Knock him down." And it was no sooner said than done. I saw

some bustle, but knew not what was the matter, till the whole was over."

On the 10th, he left Athlone, when he drew near to the turnpike, about a mile from the city, a multitude waited for him at the top of the hill. They fell back on each side, to make him way, and then joined, and inclosed him. After singing two or three verses, he advanced and on a sudden he was surprised by such a cry of men, women and children, as he had never heard before. "Yet a little while," said he, "and we shall meet to part no more; and sorrow and sighing shall flee away for ever."

On his return he spent some time in Dublin, previous to his departure for England. On one of these days, while he was preaching on the green near the barrack, a man cried out, Aye, he is a Jesuit that's plain." To which a popish priest, who happened to be near, replied, No, he is not: I would to God he

were!"

On the 24th of June, Mr. Wesley opened the Kingswood School with a sermon from the wise man's admonition, "Train up a child in the way that he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it": at the conclusion, the Lord's supper was celebrated by a very large congregation.

This institution, is supported by an annual collection through all the societies; the preacher's sons forming three fourths of the pupils, who are boarded, clothed, and instructed.

In July, Mr. Wesley was at Newcastle-upon-Tyne; and thence travelled to Berwick upon Tweed. Here he preached three or four times, in a large green space, near the governor's house. A little society had been formed in this town some time before, which was now considerably increased: and several members of it, walk