Wednesday, 18.--Riding through the Borough, all my mare’s feet flew up, and she fell
with my leg under her. A gentleman, stepping out, lifted me up and helped me into his shop.
I was exceedingly sick but was presently relieved by a little hartshorn and water. After resting
a few minutes, I took a coach; but when I was cold, found myself much worse, being bruised
on my right arm, my breast, my knee, leg, and ankle, which swelled exceedingly. However,
I went on to Shoreham, where by applying treacle twice a day, all the soreness was removed,
and I recovered some strength so as to be able to walk a little on plain ground. The Word
of God does at length bear fruit here also, and Mr. P. is comforted over all his trouble. Saturday, 21. Being not yet able to ride, I returned in a chariot to London.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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