Friday, 15.—I rode to Edinderry. Abundance of people were quickly gathered together.
Having been disturbed in the night by Mr. Swindells, who lay with me and had a kind of
apoplectic fit, I was not at all well about noon when I began to preach, in a large walk, on
one side of the town; the sun shone hot upon my head, which had been aching all the day;
but I forgot this before I had spoken long; and when I had finished my discourse, I left all
my weariness and pain behind and rode on in perfect health to Dublin.
Saturday, 23.—I read, some hours, an extremely dull book, Sir James Ware’s Antiquities of Ireland. By the vast number of ruins which are seen in all parts, I had always suspected what he sows at large, namely, that in ancient times it was more populous, tenfold, than it is now; many that were large cities being now ruinous heaps; many shrunk into inconsiderable villages.
I visited one in the afternoon who was ill of a fever, and lay in a very close room. While I was near him, I found myself not well. After my return home, I felt my stomach out of order. But I imagined it was not worth any notice and would pass off before the morning.
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Saturday, 23.—I read, some hours, an extremely dull book, Sir James Ware’s Antiquities of Ireland. By the vast number of ruins which are seen in all parts, I had always suspected what he sows at large, namely, that in ancient times it was more populous, tenfold, than it is now; many that were large cities being now ruinous heaps; many shrunk into inconsiderable villages.
I visited one in the afternoon who was ill of a fever, and lay in a very close room. While I was near him, I found myself not well. After my return home, I felt my stomach out of order. But I imagined it was not worth any notice and would pass off before the morning.
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