Friday, June 27, 1760 This morning I rose about six in pretty good health but instead of composing my thoughts and offering unto God the first fruits of the day I spent some time in a trifling manner and afterwards found it more difficult to bring my mind to devotional exercises. In the afternoon I spent one precious hour in idleness which I found to be prejudicial and painful on reflection. Oh, let not that sin have so much dominion over me. In the evening I found myself weak and indisposed.
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Interviewer: Mr Fawcett, thank you for sitting down with me. Let us travel back to 1772. You were packed and ready to leave Wainsgate for a ...
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