Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-268 |
| Words | 396 |
no will but his." This was a trial worthy of a Christian: And
she has ever since made her word good. We were scarce got to
our inn at Utrecht, when Miss L-came. I found herjust
such as I expected. She came on purpose from her father's
I observe of all the
country-house, where all the family were.
pious people in Holland, that, without any rule but the word of
God, they dress as plain as Miss Marchdidformerly, and Miss
Johnson does now ! And considering the vastdisadvantage they
areunder, having no connexion with each other, and being under
no such discipline at all as we are, I wonder at the grace of
God that is in them !
Fri. 27. Iwalked over to Mr. L'scountry-house, about
threemiles from the city. It is a lovely place, surrounded with
delightful gardens, laid out with wonderful variety. Mr. L
is of an easy genteel behaviour, speaks Latin correctly, and is
no stranger to philosophy. Mrs. L-is the picture offriend-
liness and hospitality ; and young Mr.L-seems to be cast
in the same mould. We spent a few hours very agreeably.
Then Mr. L-would send me back in his coach.
256 REV. J. WESLEY'S [June, 1783.
Being sick of inns, (our bill at Amsterdam alone amounting
to near ahundred florins,) I willingly accepted of an invitation
to lodge with the sons-in-law of James Oddie.
Sat. 28-. We went over to Zeist, the settlement of theGer-
man brethren. It is a small village, finely situated, with woods
on every side, andmuch resembles one of the large Colleges in
Oxford. Here I met with my old friend Bishop Antone, whom
I had not seen for near fifty years. He did not ask me to eat
or drink ; for it is not their custom, and there is an inn; but
they were all very courteous ; and we were welcome to buyany
thing that we pleased at their shops ! I cannot see how it is
possible for this community to avoidgrowing immensely rich.
I have this day lived fourscore years ; and, by the mercy of
God, my eyes are not waxed dim: And what little strength of
body or mind I had thirty years since, just the same I have
now.
Godgrant I may never live to be useless ! Rather may I
Mybody with my charge lay down,