Thursday, 3.—I rode to Reading and preached in the evening. Observing a warm man
near the door (he was once of the society), I purposely bowed to him; but he made no return.
During the first prayer he stood, but sat while we sang. In the sermon his countenance
changed, and in a little while he turned his face to the wall. He stood at the second hymn
and then kneeled down. As I came out he caught me by the hand and dismissed me with a
hearty blessing.
Friday, 4.—I came to London. On Monday, 7, I retired to a little place near Hackney, formerly a seat of Bishop Bonner’s (how are the times changed!) and still bearing his name. Here I was as in a college.
Twice a day we joined in prayer. The rest of the day (allowing about an hour for meals and another for walking before dinner and supper) I spent quietly in my study.
The Journal of John Wesley
Friday, 4.—I came to London. On Monday, 7, I retired to a little place near Hackney, formerly a seat of Bishop Bonner’s (how are the times changed!) and still bearing his name. Here I was as in a college.
Twice a day we joined in prayer. The rest of the day (allowing about an hour for meals and another for walking before dinner and supper) I spent quietly in my study.
The Journal of John Wesley
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