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go GEORGE WHITEFIELD<br />

well satisfied with being driven to adopt his country practices,<br />

or he would not have announced his intention to preach in<br />

Moorfields on the second day after his expulsion, or with-<br />

drawal, whichever it may be called, from Islington Church.<br />

The news of his going to Moorfields soon spread through<br />

the city ; and many, on hearing it, said that if he ventured into<br />

that domain of the rabble he would never come out alive.<br />

Moorfields, which had been the first brickyard of London,<br />

next the exercise ground of the city archers, then the site of<br />

Bedlam, and afterwards the City Mall, where fashion took its<br />

daily stroll, had fallen into possession of the roughest part of<br />

the population, simply by this part's presenting itself in the<br />

presence of fashion, and desiring to share, in its peculiar way,<br />

the shade of the trees and the smoothness of the paths. The<br />

partnership was quietly declined. To this place and to this<br />

people <strong>Whitefield</strong> felt himself called to take his message of love<br />

and peace. On Sunday morning, April 29th, an ' exceeding<br />

great multitude ' assembled in the fields to hear him ; but to<br />

while away the time before his arrival there was a little pre-<br />

liminary sport in breaking to pieces a table which had been<br />

placed for his pulpit. In due time he drove up in a coach,<br />

accompanied by some friends, and with one of them on either<br />

side, attempted to force his way to the place where the table<br />

ought to have been found. His body-guard was soon detached<br />

from him, and he was left at the mercy of the congregation,<br />

which at once parted and made an open way for him to the<br />

middle of the fields, and thence—for there was no pulpit there<br />

—to the wall which divided the upper and lower fields, upon<br />

which he took his stand. It was a novel sight to the preacher<br />

—that mass of London rabble—as his eye ranged over it ; it<br />

was a more novel sight to the people—that young clergyman<br />

of twenty-four, in gown, bands, and cassock, as he lifted him-<br />

self up before them. His tall, graceful figure ; his manly and

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