Wednesday, 1..—I rode to Cork once more and was very fully employed all the day. The
next morning we returned to Cove and about noon got out of the harbor. We immediately
found the effects of the late storm, the sea still boiling like a pot. The moon set about eight,
but the northern lights abundantly supplied her place. Soon after, God smoothed the face
of the deep and gave us a small, fair wind.
Friday, 13.—I read over Pascal’s Thoughts. What could possibly induce such a creature as Voltaire to give such an author as this a good word, unless it was that he once wrote a satire? And so his being a satirist might atone even for his being a Christian.
Saturday, 14.—About seven we sailed into Kingroad and happily concluded our little voyage. I now rested a week at Bristol and Kingswood, preaching only morning and evening.
The Journal of John Wesley
Friday, 13.—I read over Pascal’s Thoughts. What could possibly induce such a creature as Voltaire to give such an author as this a good word, unless it was that he once wrote a satire? And so his being a satirist might atone even for his being a Christian.
Saturday, 14.—About seven we sailed into Kingroad and happily concluded our little voyage. I now rested a week at Bristol and Kingswood, preaching only morning and evening.
The Journal of John Wesley
No comments:
Post a Comment