Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-080 |
| Words | 366 |
In the evening I read French prayers to a numerous family, a mile
from Arieu’s; one of whom undertook to guide us to Port Royal. In
the morning we set out. About sunset, we asked our guide, if he
knew where he was ; who frankly answered, No. However we pushed
on till, about seven, we came to a plantation, and the next evening
(after many difficulties and delays) we landed on Port Royal Island.
Wed. '7.--We walked to Beaufort; where Mr. Jones, (the minister
of Beaufort,) with whom I lodged during my short stay here, gave me
a lively idea of the old English hospitality. On Thursday Mr. Delamotte came ; with whom, on Friday, the 9th, I took boat for Charlestown. After a slow passage, by reason of contrary winds, and some
conflict (our provisions falling short) with hunger as well as cold, we
came thither early in the morning, on Tuesday, the 13th. Here I
expected trials of a different kind, and far more dangerous. For
contempt and want are easy to be borne: but who can bear respect
and abundance?
Wed. 14.--Being desired to read public prayers, I was much refreshed
with those glorious promises, contained both in the seventy-second
psalm, and in the First lesson, the fortieth chapter of Isaiah. Yea,
«they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength ; they shall
mount up with wings as eagles ; they shall run, and not be weary;
they shall walk, and not faint.”
52 . REV. J. WESLEY’S JOURNAL. [Jan. 1738.
In the afternoon, visiting a dying man, we found him still full of the
freshest advices; and busy in settling the affairs of the Czarina, Prince
Thamas, and the Ottoman Porte. How natural then is the thought,--
Que cura nitentes
Pascere equos, eadem sequitur tellure repostos.*
For if a soul quivering on the verge of life, has still leisure for these
impertinencies, one might almost believe the same dreams would continue even in the sleep of death!
Fri. 16.--I parted from the last of those friends who came with me
into America, Mr. Charles Delamotte, from whom I had been but a
few days separate, since Oct. 14, 1735.