The Archbishop's palace is an ancient, venerable pile, and the gardens are extremely
pleasant. The late Archbishop had improved them at a large expense; but continual illness
prevented his enjoying them; till, after four years' constant pain, he was called away--one
may hope to the garden of God.
I dined at Mr. B.'s, in Epsom, whose house and gardens lie in what was once a chalkpit. It is the most elegant spot I ever saw with my eyes, everything within doors and without being finished in the most exquisite taste. Surely nothing on earth can be more delightful. Oh, what will the possessor feel when he cries out,
Must I then leave thee, paradise? then leave
These happy shades, and mansions fit for gods?
The Journal of John Wesley
I dined at Mr. B.'s, in Epsom, whose house and gardens lie in what was once a chalkpit. It is the most elegant spot I ever saw with my eyes, everything within doors and without being finished in the most exquisite taste. Surely nothing on earth can be more delightful. Oh, what will the possessor feel when he cries out,
Must I then leave thee, paradise? then leave
These happy shades, and mansions fit for gods?
The Journal of John Wesley
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