Monday, 11.--I took my leave of Edinburgh for the present. The situation of the city,
on a hill shelving down on both sides, as well as to the east, with the stately castle upon a
craggy rock on the west, is inexpressibly fine. And the main street, so broad and finely paved,
with the lofty houses on either hand (many of them seven or eight stories high), is far beyond
any in Great Britain. But how can it be suffered that all manner of filth should still be thrown
even into this street continually? Where are the magistracy, the gentry, the nobility of the
land? Have they no concern for the honor of their nation? How long shall the capital city
of Scotland, yea, and the chief street of it, stink worse than a common sewer? Will no lover
of his country, or of decency and common sense, find a remedy for this?
Holyrood House, at the entrance of Edinburgh, the ancient palace of the Scottish kings, is a noble structure. It was rebuilt and furnished by King Charles the Second. One side of it is a picture gallery wherein are pictures of all the Scottish kings, and an original one of the celebrated Queen Mary. It is scarcely possible for any who looks at this to think her such a monster as some have painted her; nor indeed for any who considers the circumstances of her death, equal to that of an ancient martyr.
The Journal of John Wesley
Holyrood House, at the entrance of Edinburgh, the ancient palace of the Scottish kings, is a noble structure. It was rebuilt and furnished by King Charles the Second. One side of it is a picture gallery wherein are pictures of all the Scottish kings, and an original one of the celebrated Queen Mary. It is scarcely possible for any who looks at this to think her such a monster as some have painted her; nor indeed for any who considers the circumstances of her death, equal to that of an ancient martyr.
The Journal of John Wesley
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