Sunday, January 10, 2010
Sun 10 Jan 1742: I got a little time to see Mr. Dolman. Two years ago he seemed to be dying of an asthma, being hardly able to rise at eight o’clock in a morning, after struggling, as it were, for life. But from the time he came thither first, he rarely failed to be at the Foundery by five o’clock. Nor was he at all the worse, his distemper being suspended till within a very few days. I found him just on the wing, and full of love and peace and joy in believing. And in the same spirit (as I afterwards understood) he continued, till God took himself to himself.