John Wesley’s toils as a preacher were interspaced with frequent
islets of leisure. This man, who seemed to live in crowds,
had yet in his life wide spaces of solitude. He preached to
his five-o’clock-in-the-morning congregation, then mounted
his horse, or stepped into his chaise, and rode or drove off
to the next gathering. Betwixt the two crowds he had hours of
solitude--to think, to read, to plan. He was the master, it may
be added, of the perilous art of reading on horseback. His work
itself was a physical tonic.--W. H. FITCHETT, “Wesley
and His Century.”
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