Thursday, 15.—I visited Mr. S---, slowly recovering from a severe illness. He expressed
much love, and did not doubt, he said, inasmuch as I meant well, but that God would convince me of my great sin in writing books; seeing men ought to read no book but the Bible.
I judged it quite needless to enter into a dispute with a sea captain, seventy-five years old.
Friday, March 16.—I returned to Bristol; and on Monday, 19, set out with my wife for the north.
Saturday, 31.—I preached at Boothbank, where I met Mr. C---, late gardener to the Earl of W---. Surely it cannot be! Is it possible the earl should turn off an honest, diligent, well- tried servant, who had been in the family above fifty years, for no other fault than hearing the Methodists?
The Journal of John Wesley
Friday, March 16.—I returned to Bristol; and on Monday, 19, set out with my wife for the north.
Saturday, 31.—I preached at Boothbank, where I met Mr. C---, late gardener to the Earl of W---. Surely it cannot be! Is it possible the earl should turn off an honest, diligent, well- tried servant, who had been in the family above fifty years, for no other fault than hearing the Methodists?
The Journal of John Wesley
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