A Few Words for Drunkards

Fri. 2 Oct 1741. We rode to Fonmon Castle. We found Mr. Jones’s daughter ill of the smallpox. But he could cheerfully leave her and all the rest in the hands of him in whom he now believed. In the evening I preached at Cardiff in the Shire Hall, a large and convenient place, on ‘God hath given unto us eternal life, and this life is in his Son.’ There having been a feast in the town that day, I believed it needful to add a few words upon intemperance. And while I was saying, ‘As for you, drunkards, you have no part in this life; you abide in death; you choose death and hell,’ a man cried out vehemently, ‘I am one; and thither I am going.’ But I trust God at that hour began to show him and others a more excellent way.