Wesley Collected Works Vol 11
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-wesley-collected-works-vol-11-370 |
| Words | 392 |
May the richest cordials of divine love, and the balm of
Gilead, a Saviour’s precious blood, revive your souls and
comfort your hearts! And in your every want and extremity,
may you both find such tender helpers and comforters, as
have been found in you by, dear Sir,
“Your most obliged, though most unworthy,
“servant and patient,
15. In the latter end of the year, Mr. William Perronet
set out for Switzerland. In a letter he wrote from thence to
Mr. Greenwood, he gives a little farther account of Mr. Fletcher. And this letter I the rather insert, as I believe it
is all that remains of that amiable young man, who never
more saw his native land, being called hence while he was on
his journey to England. There is something in the beginning of his letter which is
a little humorous; but this the candid reader will easily
excuse. It runs thus:
“NYoN, January 18, 1779. “As you desire of me to send you some account of my
journey, now I am a little settled, I will do it in the best
manner I am able. “I set out from London on Tuesday, November 17th. We
arrived at Dover about three on Wednesday morning; embarked
on Thursday, and arrived at Calais in about three hours. “Though it was in war time, yet we did not meet with the
least incivility, either here or in any part of France. But
the badness of the inns makes the travelling through this
country disagreeable. The rooms in general are so dirty, as
to be fitter for swine than men. Each room, both above and
below stairs, is provided with two, three, or four beds; and
they are so high as to require steps to get up to them. For
there is on each bed, first, a monstrous canvass bag, stuffed
with a huge quantity of straw; over this a feather bed, and
on this as many mattresses as the host can furnish. But the
worst is, the sheets are not damp, but rather downright wet. Yet the good woman would constantly scold us, if we
attempted to dry them even at our own fire; insisting upon
it, that it was impossible they should be damp at all. “At table, every one is furnished with a spoon and a fork,
but with no knives.