Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Now on minute 16...


Sunday, 18--The passage through the sands being bad for a chaise, I rode on horseback to St. Agnes, where the rain constrained me to preach in the house. As we rode back to Redruth, it poured down amain and found its way through all our clothes. I was tired when I came in; but after sleeping a quarter of an hour, all my weariness was gone. 

The Journal of John Wesley

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