In winter, 1786, I could not well read our four-shilling hymnbook unless with a large candle; the next year I could not read letters if written with a small or bad hand. Last winter a pearl appeared on my left eye, the sight of which grew exceedingly dim. The right eye seems unaltered; only I am a great deal nearer-sighted than ever I was. Thus are "those that look out at the windows darkened"; one of the marks of old age.
The Journal of John Wesley
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