Thursday, December 27.—I called on the solicitor whom I had employed in the suit
lately commenced in chancery; and here I first saw that foul monster, a chancery bill! A
scroll it was of forty-two pages, in large folio, to tell a story which needed not to have taken
up forty lines! and stuffed with such stupid senseless, improbable lies (many of them, too,
quite foreign to the question) as, I believe, would have cost the compiler his life in any heathen
court of either Greece or Rome. And this is equity in a Christian country! This is the English
method of redressing other grievances!
1745. Saturday, January 5.—I had often wondered at myself (and sometimes mentioned it to others) that ten thousand cares, of various kinds, were no more weight and burden to my mind than ten thousand hairs were to my head. Perhaps I began to ascribe something of this to my own strength. And thence it might be that on Sunday, 13, that strength was withheld, and I felt what it was to be troubled about many things. One and another hurrying me continually, it seized upon my spirit more and more till I found it absolutely necessary to fly for my life, and that without delay. So the next day, Monday, 14, I took horse and rode away from Bristol.
The Journal of John Wesley
1745. Saturday, January 5.—I had often wondered at myself (and sometimes mentioned it to others) that ten thousand cares, of various kinds, were no more weight and burden to my mind than ten thousand hairs were to my head. Perhaps I began to ascribe something of this to my own strength. And thence it might be that on Sunday, 13, that strength was withheld, and I felt what it was to be troubled about many things. One and another hurrying me continually, it seized upon my spirit more and more till I found it absolutely necessary to fly for my life, and that without delay. So the next day, Monday, 14, I took horse and rode away from Bristol.
The Journal of John Wesley
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