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Title: The origin and history of the Primitive Methodist Church
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Kendall, H. B. (Holliday Bickerstaffe), 1844-1919
Subjects: Primitive Methodist Church (Great Britain) Methodists
Publisher: London : E. Dalton
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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UN GARNER. of personal maltreatment 342 PKIMITIVE METHODIST CHURCH. we have yet had to chronicle, unless it be the treatment Thomas Jackson (1) metwith at Oakham, of which we have no details. In the case of John Garner, hehimself has left a description of what he passed through at Sow, near Coventry, onthe confines of the Loughborough Circuit, where in May, 1819, he had gone to dopioneer work. This moving description ranks as a historical document and calls forpreservation. He begins his narrative by saying:— At this place (Sow) we had preached several times, but to little purpose, theinhabitants bein^ vile persecutors, and the parish clergyman conducting himselftowards us in so vile a manner that prudence forbids it being published. No soonerhad I entered the village than stones were flying in every direction. I made haste to the house of Mr. where a few people were assembled to hear the word of life. The mob followed me, surrounded the house, broke the windows, and compelled me to
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SPOT ON KIVER SOW, AT WALSGRAVE-ON-SOW, NEAK COVENTRY,Where Eev. J. Garner was ducked in February, 1819. stop the meeting. Seeing no probability of the persecution abating, I was necessitatedto expose myself to the malicious rage of the wicked, by whom I was furiously drivenout of the village with stones, rotten eggs, sludge, or whatever came first to hand. Thefriends who accompanied me seeing the madness of the mob, became afraid, andendeavoured to effect their escape by taking a footpath. The rebels followed me out ofthe village, and some of them seized me ; others propped my mouth open with stones,while some were engaged in attempting to pour sludge down my throat. The cry was raised, Kill the devil! d him ! Immediately a man knocked me down, and after I had been shamefully beaten with the hands and feet of my enemies, and withdivers weapons, Iwas dragged to a pond, around which they gathered, hoping soon to THE PERIOD OF CIECUIT PREDOMINANCE AND ENTERPRISE. 343 be gratified with m

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