Sunday, 21.--I rode to Osmotherley, where the minister read prayers seriously and
preached a useful sermon. After service I began in the churchyard: I believe many were
wounded and many comforted. After dinner I called on Mr. Adams, who first invited me
to Osmotherley. He was reading the strange account of the two missionaries who have lately
made such a figure in the newspapers. I suppose the whole account is just such another
gross imposition upon the public as the man's gathering the people together to see him go
into the quart bottle. "Men seven hundred years old!" And why not seven yards high? He
that can believe it, let him believe it.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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