“Doctor” Wesley’s silly advice

Wed 15 Dec 1742: I preached at Horsley upon Tyne, eight (computed) miles from Newcastle. It was about two in the afternoon. The house not containing the people, we stood in the open air in spite of the frost. I preached again in the evening, and in the morning. We then chose to walk home, having each of us catched a violent cold by riding the day before. Mine gradually wore off. But Mr. Meyrick’s increased, so that on Friday he took his bed. I advised him to bleed, but he imagined he should be well without it in a few days.