Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-127 |
| Words | 383 |
At six inthe morning we took boat. The beautiful gardens lie on
both sides the river, for great part of the way to Amsterdam, whither
we came about five inthe evening. The exact neatness of all the buildings here, the nice cleanness of the streets, (which, we were informed,
were all washed twice a week,) and the canals which run through all
the main streets, with rows of trees on either side, make this the pleasantest city which I have ever seen. Here we were entertained, with
truly Christian hospitality, by Mr. Decknatel, a minister of the Mennonists, who suffered us to want nothing while we stayed here, which
was till the Thursday following. Dr. Barkhausen, (a physician, a
Muscovite by nation,) who had been with Mr. Decknatel for some time,
showed us likewise all possible kindness. Remember them, O Lord,
for good!
Mon. 19.--I was at one of the societies, which lasted an hour and
a half. About sixty persons were present. The singing was in Low
Dutch ; (Mr. Decknatel having translated into Low Dutch, part of the
Hernhuth Hymn-book ;) but the words were so very near the German,
that any who understood the original, might understand the translation.
The expounding was in High Dutch. I was at another of the societies
on Tuesday, where were present about the same number. On Wednesday, one of our company found a sheep that had been lost : his sister,
who had lived here for some time with one whom she loved too well,
as he did her. But they were now both resolved, by the grace of God,
(which they accordingly executed without delay,) “to pluck out the
right eye, and cast it from them.”
Journal .--6--
78 REV. J. WESLEY’S JOURNAL. [June, 1738.
Thur. 22.--We took boat at eight in the evening, and, landing at four
in the morning, walked on to Uutfass, which we left about two, having
now another boy added to our number. A little before eight we came
to Beurn, a small ill built city, belonging to the prince of Orange. Setting out early in the morning, we came to Nimwegen, the last town in
Holland, about two in the afternoon; and, leaving it at four, came
before eight to an inn, two hours short of Cleve.