Saturday, September 3, 2011
September 1, 1785, in the market-place at Tiverton; and on Friday 2, opened the little preaching-house at Wellington. At noon, I preached in an ancient, venerable building once belonging to a Lord Chief Justice. It is oddly called Cathanger. Having a stupid people to deal with, I spoke exceeding plain. And I think many of them, even Somersetshire farmers, felt as well as heard. Thence we went on to Ditcheat. The people here are all attentive, so that I had nothing to do but apply the promises. The society is continually increasing, and more and more of the hearers are convinced and justified. What is the strangest thing is, there is no opposer in the town, but rich and poor all acknowledge the work of God. Saturday 3 in the afternoon, the good providence of God brought us once more well to Bristol.