Dr. Johnson, himself a glutton in talk, complained to Patty
Wesley of her brother: “I hate to meet John Wesley,” he said.
“The dog enchants you with his conversation, and then breaks
away to go and visit some old woman.”
But for Wesley, the “old woman” represented duty. She was an
immortal spirit, as precious in the sight of God as Dr. Johnson
himself.--W. H. FITCHETT, “Wesley and His Century.”
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