On Thursday and Friday evening I preached at Portsmouth Common. Saturday, 5. I
set out at two. About ten some of our London friends met me at Cobbam, with whom I took
a walk in the neighboring gardens, inexpressibly pleasant through the variety of hills and
dales and the admirable contrivance of the whole. And now, after spending his life in
bringing it to perfection, the grey-headed owner advertises it to be sold! Is there anything
under the sun that can satisfy a spirit made for God?
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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