LETTERS. (continued 6)

Dear Madam,

I CANNOT help acquainting you and your honoured sister, and Mrs. G――, that the plan concerted some time ago is likely to be put in execution. The trenches for the wall, I believe are begun, and by the first of May, the houses are to be finished. If possible, I would furnish them, that the poor might be sure of goods, as well as a house. All things are possible with God. The thing hath scarce as yet taken wind. Such secret expeditions, I trust, God will favour. Both congregations and the divine influences increase. By thoughtfulness, frequent preaching, and a crazy tabernacle, my nightly rests are continually broken; but the joy of the Lord is my strength: and I hope ere long to be where I shall keep awake for ever. I most earnestly beg the continuance of your prayers, and you may be assured of being always remembered in the poor addresses of, dear good Ladies,

Your most obliged and ready servant for Christ’s sake,

G. W.

LETTER MCXCVI.

To the Reverend Mr. Samuel S――, in Bath.

London, February 3, 1758.

Reverend and dear Sir,

YOUR kind letter drove me to my knees, and as I do not hear of your dear and honoured father’s release, I suppose he is yet detained a prisoner. I shall make public and private mention of him, until I know he is gone beyond the reach of prayer, and entered upon his eternal work of praise. I pity the poor ministers, who will sorely miss him, but shall rejoice in his entering into his Master’s joy. Once more I send the good old saint my most cordial salutations and thanks unfeigned. At the great day, before men and angels, I shall do it openly. Then likewise, my dear Sir, I hope to see you and yours joining in one universal uninterrupted hallelujah, and casting your crowns before the throne of the glorious Emmanuel. In whose great name, with most sincere condolence with Mrs. S―― and all your afflicted family, I once more beg leave to subscribe myself, reverend and dear Sir,

Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCXCVII.

To Professor F――.

London, March 5, 1758.

Most reverend and dear Sir,

THOUGH I am almost ashamed to put pen to paper, yet the kind mention (as I hear from good Mr. Z――) you have been pleased to make from time to time of me, together with the importunities of that venerable man of God, have at length prevailed upon me to trouble you with this letter. O that an infinitely condescending Redeemer may excite you thereby, most honoured Sir, to be instant in prayer for one who is the chief of sinners, and less than the least of all saints. Long, long before now did I think of entering into my wish’d-for rest. Times without number hath this tabernacle groaned; but having obtained help from God, I yet continue, in my poor way, to preach to all that are willing to hear, the unsearchable riches of Jesus Christ. Through grace the fields are as yet white, and as ready to harvest as ever. In the Summer I range, and with a table for my pulpit, and the heavens for my sounding-board, I am enabled generally thrice a day, to call to many thousands to come to Jesus that they may have life. In the Winter I am confined to this metropolis; but to my great mortification, through continual vomiting, want of rest, and of appetite, I have been reduced for some time to the short allowance of preaching only once a day, except Sundays, when I generally preach thrice. Thousands attend every evening at both ends of the town, and on Lord’s-days many, many go away for want of room. The divine presence is apparently amongst us, and every week produces fresh instances of the power of converting grace. Blessed be God, we meet with no disturbances in town, and very seldom in the country: but last year, while I was preaching in the fields in Ireland, a popish mob was so incensed at my preaching the Lord our Righteousness, and praying for our good old King, and the King of Prussia, that they surrounded, stoned, and almost killed me. But we are immortal till our work is done, and glad should I have been to have died in such a cause. Mr. W――y hath societies in Ireland and elsewhere; and though we differ a little in some principles, yet brotherly love continues. I generally, when itinerating, preach among his people, as freely as among those who are called our own. In London several new flaming preachers are come forth; and in various parts of the kingdom we hear of divers others, who seem determined to know and preach nothing but Jesus Christ, and him crucified. Thousands and thousands are now praying daily for success to the Prussian and Hanoverian arms. Your fast-days were kept here with great solemnity, and will be so again, God willing, when I know the day. Our Joshua’s are in the field. Many a Moses is gone up into the mount to pray. Nil desperandum Christo duce, auspice Christo. The ark trembles, but underneath are the everlasting arms of an everlasting God. He that wrought such wonders for the Prussian monarch last year, can repeat them this. Lord, we believe, help our unbelief! The distresses of German protestants, we look upon as our own. We have also endeavoured to give thanks for the great mercy vouchsafed your Orphan-house, and the protestant cause. Lord Jesus, repeat the occasions, for thine infinite mercy’s sake! Pardon, pardon, most worthy Sir, the length of this, and impute it to the encouragement given by the venerable Mr. Z―― to, most honoured Sir,

Your dutiful son and servant,

G. W.

LETTER MCXCVIII.

To Mr. K――.

London, May 13, 1758.

My very dear Mr. K――,

I HOPE this will find you rejoicing in success given to dear Mr. A――’s labours. If he is with you, be pleased to desire him to prepare for coming to London immediately after Whitsuntide. He and dear Mr. D―― may be in town whilst I take my Welch and West-country range. I am unaccountably detained here; but I trust for good. The word seems to run and be glorified more and more. I am somewhat surprised that I hear nothing from Mr. P――, or my dear Mr. S――d: but all is well. My hearty love to him and all his dear relations. Can you fix no time for coming up? I do not hear of the cyder being arrived. When shall we be called to drink the new wine of the kingdom? Lord, give me patience to wait! I am quite puzzled. Mr. P―― W――, without sending me a line, is come to Bristol, and proposes staying there some time. The consequence of his coming, is division and uneasiness already. I care not to go and fish in troubled waters: neither can I advise you so to do: and yet I believe your going would be a very great blessing. I expect a line from Mr. D―― every hour, who, I suppose, is upon the road to London. If not set out, defer it for a few days, and you shall hear, God willing, more particularly from, my very dear man, in great haste, but greater love,

Yours, &c. &c. in our sympathizing Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCXCIX.

To Mr. ――.

Gloucester, May 22, 1758.

My very dear Sir,

I HOPE you got to London in great safety. Through divine goodness I arrived at Gloucester on Saturday afternoon, and preached thrice and gave the holy sacrament on Sunday. Thousands attended, and our Lord gave us a blessed opening of the Summer campaign. I am now writing in the room where I was born. Blessed be God, I know there is a place where I was born again. That is my native city indeed. After finishing this, I shall set out for Bristol, where I propose staying over Sunday: then for Wales. My very dear Sir, add to my obligations, by following me with your prayers. This tabernacle makes me to groan. The one-horse chaise will not do for me. As it will not quarter I am shaken to pieces. Driving likewise wearies me, and prevents my reading; and if the road be bad, my servant that rides the fore-horse is dirtied exceedingly. I have therefore sent to Mr. S――’s about the post-chaise, and desired him to beg the favour of you, my dear Sir, to look at it, and let me know your thoughts. This is giving fresh trouble: but you are my friend. May the friend of all richly reward you for all labours of love. He will, he will.—You shall have a hundred-fold in this life, and in the world to come, life everlasting. Being about to set off, I can only add my due and most cordial respects to all your dear relations and enquiring friends, and to beg the continuance of all your prayers, in behalf of, my very dear Sir,

Yours most affectionately in our glorious Head,

G. W.

LETTER MCC.

To Mr. B――.

Bristol, May 24, 1758.

My dear Mr. B――,

DO not take my seeming long silence ill. Indeed it was unavoidable. Ever since the receipt of your kind letter, I have been so exceedingly and yet I trust profitably busied at London, that till I left it last week, I had not one moment to spare. However, your affair was not quite neglected. I communicated it to the physician of the Foundling-Hospital, who is my constant hearer, and he wrote me the enclosed letter, and sent me also the enclosed paper. I heartily wish your design may take effect at Edinburgh. Glad should I be to do any thing in my power to promote it, but I have little expectation of seeing Scotland this year. The English work is so extensive, and the blessed prospect of abundant success at London, hath kept me so long there, that I shall be much straitned in time;—but if friends pray, who knows what may be done. Lord Jesus, direct my goings in thy way! On Sunday we opened the summer campaign in Gloucestershire. Yesterday I came hither. In both places the fields are white ready unto harvest. Fresh labourers are raised up in Bedfordshire. A flamer (a learned clergyman) is broke forth, and almost a whole parish, (I think in Buckinghamshire) is lately brought to enquire after Jesus. I know you will say, may it spread far and near! I must conclude. Excuse my not writing to all my dear, never to be forgotten friends, and beg them to continue to pray for, dear Mr. B――,

Theirs and yours, &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCI.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Bristol, May 26, 1758.

My very dear Mr. K――n,

REPEATED acts of kindness and love, call for repeated acknowledgments.—Accept therefore hearty thanks for your last Salt-Hill favour, and assure yourself, that neither this nor any former labour of love, will be forgotten by Him, who takes notice of a cup of cold water given in the name of a disciple. Through his divine goodness I got safe into Gloucestershire, where I opened the summer campaign last Sunday. Ever since Tuesday evening, I have been preaching here twice daily. Multitudes fly like doves to the windows. Abiding impressions seem to be made.—This is the Lord’s doing: to Him be all the glory! On next Monday, God willing, I set out for Wales. I know you will follow me with your prayers. I am sure mine always attend you and yours: I love such old steady friends. It is Christ-like, not to be given to change.—Blessed be God for an unchangeable Jesus!

To feel his power, to hear his voice,

To taste his love, be all our choice!

I must away to my throne.—Adieu! The Lord be with you and yours! My hearty love to Mr. J――, and all who are so kind as to enquire after, my very dear Mr. K――n,

Yours, &c. in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCII.

Bristol, May 28, 1758. Nine in the morning.

My very dear Sir,

I AM quite ashamed, that I should give you so much trouble:—but you are my friend indeed. May the never-failing friend of sinners bless and reward you a thousand fold! I have been just now preaching the unsearchable riches of his grace, to a multitude of souls, in a fine square.—Presently, at eleven o’clock, the blessed talk is to be repeated at Kingswood, and then once more in the evening here. Yesterday I went to Bath. But every thing wearies this shattered bark. To-morrow, God willing, I go for Wales. The chaise must be my carriage. I would part with that, and my other, and then if I could have a good four wheel carriage for thirty or forty pounds, the expence would not be so great. I would not lay out a single farthing but for my blessed Master. Mr. S―― is an honest friendly soul.—I leave it entirely, my very dear Sir, to you and him. The Lord give you to ride daily on in the chariot of his love. I return cordial thanks to your mother and sisters for their concern for unworthy me.—Mrs. G―― and B―― long to see them. I had a good season of christian conversation at Bath, and found Sir C―― H――m really converted unto God.—I doubt not but dear Mr. D――s will enjoy much of his blessed presence.—Be pleased to present my hearty love to him, and all, and accept the same for yourself and family, from, my very dear Sir,

Yours most affectionately in our glorious Head,

G. W.

LETTER MCCIII.

To Countess D――.

Bristol, June 16, 1758.

Honoured Madam,

FOR this fortnight past, I expected never to have wrote to, or seen your Ladyship, till I saw you sitting at Christ’s right hand. Never was I brought so low as on my late Welch circuit. But as far as I can hear, it was one of the most prosperous I ever took. Twice every day, thousands and thousands attended in various towns in South-Wales, and on the Sundays the numbers were incredible. Surely they fled like doves to the windows. Welcome, thrice welcome death in such a cause! Here, and in Gloucestershire, like scenes were opened. Blessed expeditions these. I hope expeditions of another nature will not be the worse for the prayers put up on such occasions. They must and will enter the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth. Blessed be God, that Sir Charles is so honestly and openly embarked in Christ’s cause. My poor prayers are for him and his, night and day. I hope to see good Lady G―― in my way to London. In the mean while, praying that your Ladyship may more and more be blessed in the latter stages of your road, and at last be admitted with triumph into your Master’s joy, is the earnest prayer of, honoured Madam,

Your Ladyship’s most dutiful, obliged servant for Christ’s sake,

G. W.

LETTER MCCIV.

To Lady Fanny S――.

Bristol, June 16, 1758.

Honoured Madam,

I SHALL not for a good while forget my Twickenham journey. It was a day much to be remembered by unworthy me. Lord, why am I thus highly favoured? And yet (O unwearied goodness!) he continues to bless me, vile as I am, more and more. O what delightful field gospel-scenes have been displayed in Gloucestershire, Bristol and Wales! There I have been feebly labouring for above a fortnight.—Thousands and thousands attended twice every day in various places, and on Sundays the numbers were almost incredible. A blessed influence ran through the whole circuit, and sundry times, I humbly hoped my longing soul would have taken its wished-for flight; but I am preserved to return hither, as last night, and perhaps next week shall see London. The Lord Jesus direct my goings in his ways! Your Ladyship will remember a poor worthless, but I trust willing pilgrim. You are called to enjoy your Bethel at home; I meet with them abroad. The same God is rich unto all that call on him faithfully. I hope your Ladyship hath seen dear Mr. J―― grown in grace. It will be pleasant to see Sir Charles and the Earl striving who shall go fastest to heaven. Your Ladyship will scorn to be outstript by any. The almighty God approves the ambition, and angels look down with pleasure to see the event. Blessed be God, that is certain. All believers here do run, and all hereafter shall obtain the prize. That your Ladyship may lay hold of it with exulting joy, is the earnest prayer of, honoured Madam,

Your Ladyship’s most dutiful, obliged, and ready servant, for Christ’s sake,

G. W.

LETTER MCCV.

To Captain H――y.

Bristol, June 16, 1758.

My very dear Sir,

THE Welch roads have almost demolished my open one-horse chaise, as well as me. But it is in Jesus’s cause. Grace! grace! I am almost ashamed to think of your being put to so much trouble, in procuring a close chaise for unworthy me. I like the purchase exceeding well, and send a pepper-corn of acknowledgment for this and all other unmerited favours. The God whom I desire to serve in the gospel of his dear Son, knows and will reward all. Though I thought I heard the sound of my blessed Master’s chariot wheels ready to carry me to heaven, yet it should seem I am once more to see you, and your dear relations, and my other christian friends on earth. Some time next week I hope to be there. The legacy is wonderful; much better left for the poor than me. I can give it away with a good grace: at present I think the Orphan-house shall have the whole; it is much wanted there. See, my dear Sir, how the christian’s blessings must be brought out of the fire. It is inconceivable what I have undergone within these three weeks. I never was so before. I trust some lasting blessings have been left behind in Wales. Welcome shocks, both of body and mind. In such a case it is worth dying for. Dear Mr. D―― hath felt them in London, as I have done in Wales.—All for the Elect’s sake. Welcome, thrice welcome the bitter sweets, which the all-wise and compassionate Physician prescribes; but I am a stubborn patient. O what gripings of the old man are discovered by such dispensations! I must away to preach. I thank you heartily, dear Sir, for the continuance of your prayers, and with most cordial respects to your dear and near relations, I beg leave to subscribe myself,

Yours, &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCVI.

To Lady H――n.

Bristol, June 17, 1758.

Ever-honoured Madam,

THIS leaves me returned from Wales. It proved a most delightful trying circuit. I suppose your Ladyship hath heard how low I have been in body, scarce ever lower; not able to sit up in company all the time, yet strengthened to travel without bodily food, and to preach to thousands everyday. Never were the fields whiter, and more ready to harvest. The Lord Jesus seemed to ride in triumph through the great congregation in Haverford-west. Perhaps the auditory consisted of near fifteen thousand. Tears flowed like water from the stony rock. The cup of God’s people quite runs over. Many were sick of love. Welcome then bodily pain, and bodily sickness! O for a hearse to carry my weary carcase to the wished-for grave! “There the wicked cease from troubling, there the weary are at rest.” But perhaps I must see London first. With regret I turn my back on this blessed itinerating weather, but Mr. Dav―― must be released. O for some disinterested soul to help at the chapel during the summer season! Spiritual, divine ambition, whither art thou fled! But I see such honours are reserved for few. I rejoice in the increase of your Ladyship’s spiritual routs. I can guess at the consolations such uncommon scenes must afford to your Ladyship’s new-born soul. No wonder you are distressed from other quarters. Indeed, my most noble and ever-honoured patroness, thus it must be. Christ’s witnesses must be purged at home. Inward domestic trials, fit for outward public work. Nature recoils, when constrained to take the cup; and it may be from a near and dear relation’s hand: but infinite Wisdom knows what is best. O that I could be more passive! O that I could let the good and all-wise Physician chuse my medicines, and the hands that shall convey them to me! but I am a stubborn reasoning creature, and thereby force almighty love frequently to drench me. O, I am sick! I am sick! sick in body, but infinitely more so in my mind,—to see what dross yet remains in, and surrounds my soul. Blessed be God, there is one, who will sit as a refiner’s fire, and purify the sons of Levi. O for an heart to bear its scorching, soul purging heat! When I am tried, I shall come forth as gold. I write this to your Ladyship out of the burning bush. Blessed place! Christ is there! Christ is there! To his never-failing mercy do I most humbly commend your Ladyship, and with ten thousand thousand thanks for honouring such an unfruitful unworthy worm with your unmerited patronage, I beg leave to subscribe myself, ever-honoured Madam,

Your Ladyship’s most dutiful, and ready servant, for Christ’s sake,

G. W.

LETTER MCCVII.

To Mr. S――.

Newcastle, July 31, 1758.

My very dear Sir,

THUS far, a never-failing Redeemer hath brought on the most worthless and weak pilgrim, that was ever employed in publishing his everlasting gospel. All the last week was taken up in preaching at Everton, Saint Neots, Kayso, Bedford, Oulney, Weston, Underwood, Ravenstone and Northampton. Four clergymen lent me their churches, and three read prayers for me in one day. I preached also in Mr. Bunyan’s pulpit, and at Northampton I took the field. Good seasons at all the places. Mr. B――e, who was lately awakened at Everton, promises to be a burning and shining light. Yesterday we had good times here, and to-morrow, God willing, I shall set off for Edinburgh. My bodily strength increases but very little. Sometimes I am almost tempted to turn back, but through divine strength I hope to go forward, and shall strive, as much as in me lies, to die in this glorious work. God will bless you and yours, my very dear Sir, for strengthening my feeble hands in it, so often as you have done. Jesus knows, and will reward all labours of love and works of faith. They are more precious than rubies. God willing, you shall hear from me again, when I see how the Lord deals with me in Scotland. In the mean while, be pleased to add to my obligations by the continuance of your prayers, and accepting of thanks unfeigned, and cordial love to your whole self, and dear daughter, from, my very dear friend,

Yours most affectionately in our glorious Head,

G. W.

LETTER MCCVIII.

To the Reverend Mr. G――.

Edinburgh, August 10, 1758.

My very dear Friend,

I THANK you most heartily for your kind letter of invitation to G――. But alas! what shall I say?—I fear it cannot be complied with. For above these three months last past, I have been so weak in my animal frame, that I can scarcely drag the crazy load along. With great difficulty I came here, and if I should stay to come westward, it would make my journey to London too far in the year, as I have many places to call upon in the way. Blessed be God, the work prospers in London more than ever. I am strengthened to preach here twice a day; but alas, I grow weaker and weaker in preaching, and in all I do for the ever-loving and altogether lovely Jesus. I suppose you have heard of the death of Mr. Jonathan Edwards.—Happy he!—You will add to my obligations, by continuing to pray, that the divine strength may be magnified in my weakness, and that I may speedily (if it be the divine will) be sent for to my wished-for heaven!—Praying that we may have a happy meeting there, with ten thousand thanks for all past unmerited kindnesses, I subscribe myself, very dear friends,

Yours, &c. in our common glorious Head,

G. W.

P. S. My tender love awaits all enquiring friends.

LETTER MCCIX.

To Mr. ――.

Edinburgh, August 15, 1758.

My very dear Sir,

NOT till last Saturday, did your first long wished-for letter come to hand. I wonder that I―― C―― did not dispatch it immediately. As I knew not what its contents would be, I did not write to Staffordshire; for I was and am determined to fix upon nothing without advising with you. And indeed, I think the whole must be put off till we can have a free conference. In the mean while, I shall write to our young friend, and pray that the friend of all would direct in this important affair. He will, he will. It is not with Mr. S―― as you imagine. He is quite free. But more of this when we meet.—When we meet! strange words for a dying man!—But it seems I am growing better. Within these four days I have felt a great alteration.—Perhaps it may continue. God’s will be done. Surely, never was there so weak a creature ever employed in such a work for God,—and yet people flock rather more than ever. Doctor W―― and Mr. R―― often wish you here. We have two lovely scenes every day. I hope the Redeemer will come with dear Mr. D――. I bless him for returning you, my dear Sir, in safety. My most cordial respects attend your dear relations, and beg the continuance of your prayers, for, my very dear Sir,

Yours, &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCX.

To the Reverend Mr. T――.

Edinburgh, August 17, 1758.

My very dear Friend,

IT is a little hard, that we should be so near, and not have a personal interview. But our Lord orders all things well. Most of my christian meetings must be adjourned to heaven. Thither I have been in hopes of going for many weeks last past: but it will not do. This preaching is a strange restorative. I wish you may take it every day. If things are not right at home, it is well if we can take or catch fire abroad. Would strength permit, I could tell you much good news from London. But time is short, and this my body weighs me down. I have thoughts of leaving Edinburgh on Tuesday next, in order to return to England. Friends object much against it. May the friend of all, guide and influence. I find no diminution in the auditories, and I trust good is done. To the giver of every good gift be all the glory! I commend you and yours to his never-failing mercy, and beg the continuance of your prayers in behalf of, my very dear friend,

Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXI.

To Mr. S――.

Edinburgh, August 19, 1758.

My very dear Sir,

I CAME here a fortnight ago, very low indeed; but by preaching about thirty times, blessed be God, I am a good deal better. Multitudes, of all ranks, flock twice every day. A divine influence attends the word, and though sown in so much weakness, I trust it will meet with a divine increase. On Tuesday next, I thought to have moved; but as it is race week, and my health is improving, friends advise me to stay, to stir them up to run with patience the race which is set before us. O that my sluggish soul may be quickened, and I may begin to press forwards, for the prize of my high calling! I doubt not but this will find my dear friend upon the wing for heaven. That you and yours may mount higher and higher like an eagle, till you fly into the bosom of a waiting God, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear Sir,

Yours, &c. in our glorious Head,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXII.

To the Reverend Mr. G――.

Edinburgh, August 24, 1758.

Reverend and very dear Sir,

AFTER long meditation and earnest prayer, I cannot come to any determination about my journey to Glasgow. For these four months last past, I have been brought so exceeding low in my body, that I was in hopes every sermon I preached would waft me to my wish’d-for home. Scotland, I hoped, would finish my warfare; but it hath rather driven me back to sea again. By force I have been detained here this race week; but if I come to Glasgow, I shall be detained in Scotland a fortnight longer, which will greatly hinder me in my English work. However, I will continue to look up; and by Saturday’s post my dear Gaius may expect a positive answer. Lord Jesus, direct my goings in thy way! I am much obliged to you and other dear Glasgow friends for taking notice of such a worthless creature. All I can say is, that I am less than the least of all, but for Christ’s sake, reverend and very dear Sir,

Theirs and yours most affectionately in our glorious Head,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXIII.

To the Reverend Mr. T――.

Edinburgh, September 9, 1758.

My very dear Friend,

IT is strange that you and I cannot be more together. I believe Satan doth not like it: ere long we shall get out of his reach. In heaven we shall enjoy our God and each others company for ever. O that I moved faster towards it! Complain not. I am the drone, the dwarf, the all that is worthless and unworthy; but Jesus’ grace is free and infinite. He owned my feeble labours at Glasgow. Indeed we had good seasons: some quite remarkable. I hear of another clergyman lately awakened in the north of England. Something uncommon is upon the carpet. Lord, prepare us for whatever thou hast prepared for us. Wednesday next is execution-day; I mean, I am to take my leave. I now bid you and yours farewel. God bless you. Forget not to pray, my very dear friend, for,

Ever yours, &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCXIV.

To Mr. S――.

Darlington, September 21, 1758.

My very dear Friend,

SURELY it is an age since I had the pleasure of writing to you last. I was then appointed by Providence to stay at Edinburgh the race week: since then, I have been at Glasgow, and returned to Edinburgh again. At both places my health grew better, and I was enabled to preach always twice, and sometimes thrice a day, to very large and affected auditories. The partings from both places were very cutting. In heaven all this will be over. In my way to Newcastle I preached twice; and thrice in and about that place. Yesterday I hope some gospel seed fell on good ground at Durham and Bishop-Aukland. I am now in my way to Yarm, and hope to be next Lord’s-day at Leeds. God only knows where will be my next remove: I fear not to glory. I am put out to sea again. If to take some fresh prizes, I shall rejoice. Lord, what am I! a worthless worm, the chief of sinners, and less than the least of all saints. And yet what wonders is God doing day by day! The fields are white ready unto harvest: nothing is wanting but labourers. Lord Jesus, thrust more out for thine infinite mercy’s sake! You have had victorious scenes at London. O that God’s goodness may lead us to a national repentance! Without this, I fear our rejoicing will only be like the crackling of a few thorns under a pot. However, God is a prayer-hearing God. Thousands and tens of thousands, I trust, are besieging the throne of grace. I am persuaded you are always busy this way. May you be a prince with God, and prevail more and more! I hope this will find your whole self, and only daughter, enjoying thriving souls in healthy bodies. That you may increase in every respect with all the increase of God, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear Sir, under innumerable obligations,

Yours, &c. in our glorious Emmanuel,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXV.

To Mr. S――.

Leeds, October 11, 1758.

HOW is my very dear friend? I hope, prospering in soul and body. Though absent from, I am often present with him. Ere long we shall be for ever with the Lord. But preaching does not kill me, though twice and sometimes thrice a day, for above this fortnight past. God hath been displaying blessed seasons: thousands and thousands have attended in various parts. By next Lord’s-day I am to be at Rotheram and Sheffield. Change of weather will alone drive me to Winter quarters. Lord, prepare me for Winter trials! they are preparatives for an eternal Summer. Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly! We have had a most sorrowful parting this morning. I must away. Love and gratitude would not suffer me to take horse without dropping another line. I fear I am troublesome, but you must impute it to the love and regard due to you from, my very dear friend,

Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXVI.

To the Reverend Mr. G――.

Rotheram, October 15, 1758.

Reverend and very dear Sir,

SINCE my leaving Scotland, in various parts of the north of England, as at Alnwick, Newcastle, Leeds, &c. the ever-loving, altogether-lovely Jesus hath manifested forth his glory. Thousands and thousands have flocked twice, and sometimes thrice a day to hear the word. Never did I see the fields whiter, or more ripe for a spiritual harvest. Praise the Lord, O our souls! If the weather continues fair, I hope to prolong my Summer’s campaign. It shocks me to think of Winter quarters yet. Lord, help me! How soon does the year roll round! Lord Jesus, quicken my tardy pace! I suppose by this time Mr. G―― is got home. Blessed be God for owning him. I expect to see him in a few days. I write this from the house of a once terrible persecutor of her husband, but now a Lydia. What a change doth grace make! As they were in debt at Leeds for their building, last Lord’s-day I collected for them near fifty pounds. Lord Jesus, help me to know no party but thine! This I am persuaded is your catholic spirit. O for an increase of it among all denominations! I could enlarge, but the people are waiting. I thank God I am not worse in my health. Help me to cry Grace! grace! I suppose Dr. W―― hath sent you Miss Prince’s letter. You will remember me to dear Mrs. G―― and all friends. I send repeated thanks for all favours, and earnestly entreat the continuance of their prayers in behalf of, reverend and very dear Sir,

Theirs and yours, &c. in our glorious Head,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXVII.

To Mr. ――.

London, October 28, 1758.

My very dear Sir,

HOW narrowly did I escape seeing you at Bath! I was coming from Staffordshire to Bristol, but the change of weather and shortness of the days drove me up to my Winter quarters. I took leave of our young friends, who have been publicly on a scaffold attending a preached gospel. Lord Jesus, increase such mighty wonders! My health is somewhat improved, but I find a very little thing soon impairs it. Lord, help me! How very little can I do for thee! I blush even whilst I am writing. Quicken, O God, my tardy pace! We hope to see you next week. I wish Mrs. G―― and Mrs. B―― would come up this Winter. We have had fine gospel seasons. Grace! grace! I could enlarge, but have scarce got time to write these few ♦lines. I think they are lines of love and gratitude much owing you by, my very dear Sir,

Yours, &c. in our glorious Head,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXVIII.

London, November 3, 1758.

Dear Sir,

THOUGH I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you next week, yet love and gratitude constrain me to send you an answer to your kind letter. Blessed be God, that you have some spiritual ministers and people to converse with! I hope that the waters will be blessed to the recovery of dear Mr. H――’s health, and that out of his belly will be made to flow rivers of living waters for the refreshment of many souls. Dear Mr. C――’s sharp affliction I never heard of till lately: sharp indeed. God make it sweet to his soul! O these Isaacs! how hard to sacrifice! He hath my unfeigned sympathy, and worthless prayers. Dear Mr. A――’s sister hath met with such another trial: she is left with five children. As Mr. A―― hath been a steady friend, and his brother-in-law was a spiritual child, I have proposed putting the two eldest boys to boarding for one year. Twenty pound will do it. Ten guineas are already given. Perhaps Mrs. B―― or G―― may speak to you about it. I write to each by this post. Mr. A―― hath taken the children with him into Gloucestershire. Your kind sisters remembered them. They and your mother were all here last night. I hope our Lord was with us too. That is all in all. This must be my Winter Bethel. Without retirement I cannot go on. Comforts come sweetest from the fountain head. That you may be filled with them, both here and hereafter, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear Sir,

Yours, &c. in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXIX.

To Mr. D――.

London, November 13, 1758.

My dear Mr. D――,

I WAS very glad to receive your kind letter dated August. Blessed be God that the family is so far reduced, and that I can send you word a never-failing Providence hath put it into my power to pay off all Bethesda’s arrears. I know this will gladden your heart, and strengthen your faith in the Lord God of Bethesda. As yet I hear nothing of the children. With this you have some bibles and other books. The Lord Jesus direct me about coming over! I long for an opportunity. I daily talk of it. But as yet the door seems to be shut. However, the door for preaching the gospel opens wider and wider. Neither the new chapel nor the Tabernacle are near big enough. An awakening as well as comforting influence attends the word, and I trust such are daily added to the church as shall be saved. I hope if Mr. Zubly settles in Georgia, you will receive frequent benefit from his ministry. You do not mention how J―― P―― is disposed of. I am sensible what a weight must now lie upon you and dear Mrs. C――. But he is faithful who hath promised, “that as our day is, so shall our strength be.” I wish you would send me a particular account of the state of my affairs, and let me know where the children are put out, how they behave, and whether the colony is in a growing situation. Grace, mercy, and peace be multiplied upon all! Amen, and Amen! My wife joins in sending cordial respects. My blessing to the children. I can but thank you a thousand and a thousand times for all your labours of love, and praying that great may be your reward in heaven, I subscribe myself, dear Mr. D――,

Yours, &c. in our glorious Head,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXX.

To Mrs. C――.

London, November 14, 1758.

Dear Mrs. C――,

I HAVE waited with some degree of impatience for the arrival of Mrs. B――, with whom, I suppose, you sent your letters. The childrens passage comes hard upon me: but God’s will be done! Mr. J――n’s being at Georgia surprizes me. I told Mrs. H――s what she must expect to meet with. But he is faithful who hath promised, “that all things shall work together for good to those that love Him.” Blessed be our God, whose mercy endureth for ever! I am talking every day of coming over; but how to do it in war time, or how to get the chapel and Tabernacle supplied, I cannot as yet be clear in. My eyes are waiting upon him, who hath promised to direct the paths of those who trust in him. Surely he will richly reward you, who have left your kindred and native country, and carefully watched over so many infant lambs in that new world. I can only send you my most grateful acknowledgments, and pray continually, “that as your day is, so your strength may be.” Do send me your thoughts about every thing. It seems by Mr. D――’s catalogue, that several of the children are almost fit to be put out. I want your opinion of A―― W――. Lord, help me to bear every thing for thy great name’s sake! I must have some thorns; for the word seems to run and be glorified in town and country more and more. Praise the Lord, O our souls! I shall here break off, hoping that before the ship sails, I shall receive the other letters, and then more shall be added by, dear Mrs. C――,

Your most obliged friend, and very ready servant in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXI.

To Mrs. C――.

London, November 29, 1758.

Dear Mrs. C――,

LAST night, after having sent away my packet in the morning, I received your wish’d-for letter dated in August. The others referred to in that, never came to hand. But I have since sent Mr. ―― word, that my affairs should be continued in the present hands. I was never so well satisfied before; and I have great pleasure in thinking, how you will be pleased to hear that Providence hath put it into my power to pay off all arrears. Methinks I hear you say, Blessed be the Lord God of Bethesda! Let all my dear family say, Amen! I find the little ones begin to prattle already; but we must learn to do good for Christ’s sake. He will rectify all at the great day. O the happiness of a single eye! As affairs have so turned out for poor J――y, I am glad you are abroad; and you see how wonderfully God hath provided for your sister. Be not at all uneasy about your b――r: he will do better than ever. Blessed is the man that considers the poor and needy: the Lord shall deliver him in time of trouble. I am glad the family is lessened.—I think there are some upon the list, almost ready to be put out. What think you of A―― W―― and G――? I wish you would write me your sentiments of the children. If the girls are not wanted in the house, I think the sooner they are put out the better. But I leave all to those in trust. I am more than satisfied, and send you ten thousand thousand thanks. Bethesda’s God will thank you before men and angels. My wife, I believe, hath written to you. I write this from my Bethel at Tottenham-Court, where I come for a little retreat. Twelve widows indeed are in their houses near me, and God is doing wonders at this end of the town. Help me to praise this wonder-working God, and doubt not of being always remembered by, dear Mrs. C――,

Your most affectionate, obliged friend, and ready servant in Christ Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXII.

To Mr. D――.

London, December 5, 1758.

My dear Mr. D――,

NOTWITHSTANDING I wrote to you lately, another opportunity offers to send you a line. I send you repeated thanks for your steadiness and care in that house of mercy. With this also come the things you sent for, except Bishop Hall’s select works, which cannot be immediately procured. I should be glad if a little rice, indigo, &c. could be sent, that friends might see some of the Orphan house produce. Pray be as particular as you can in your account of every thing. To whom is T―― P―― bound out? I have sent to B―― W――’s father, about sending for him home. If some are not worthy, others will be. Blessed be God that the arrears will be paid off. You will see my letter to Mr. P――. The Lord direct me and all how to act! I hope my old assistants will continue in their places; and I pray earnestly, that Bethesda may yet take deeper root downwards, and bear yet abundantly more fruit upwards. Surely the God of the sea and the God of the dry land will open a door for my embarkation by and by. Hasten, O Lord, that wish’d-for time! The child lately sent over, is recommended by Mr. J―― C――. That we all may continually be recommended to the Father of Mercies, by his dear and all-prevailing Son Jesus Christ, is the earnest prayer of, dear Mr. D――,

Yours, &c. in Him,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXIII.

To Mrs. C――.

London, March 26, 1759.

Dear Mrs. C――,

IT is now a long time since I heard from Bethesda. The draughts, God willing, shall be answered. We live in a changing world, and Bethesda’s God liveth for ever and ever. His word runs and is glorified daily, especially at Tottenham-Court. Strange! that nobody will relieve me, that I may once more flee to America. But, heavenly Father, our times are in thy hands: do with us as seemeth good in thy sight! O that Bethesda’s little flock may take deep root downward, and bear fruit upwards! O that you may be helped to lean on your Beloved! Surely God will bless you for taking care of the fatherless children. A pepper-corn of acknowledgment, and my poor prayers, are the only return that I can make you. I am in expectation of hearing from you every day. That grace, mercy, and peace may be multiplied upon you all, is the earnest prayer of, my dear Mrs. C――,

Your most affectionate friend and willing servant in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXIV.

To Mr. S――.

Bristol, May 25, 1759.

My very dear Sir,

THIS day se’nnight, through divine goodness, I came hither. The next day the Spring campaign was opened: on the Lord’s-day we took the field. Thousands and thousands attended: full as many as in London. The power of the Lord was present at the three meetings, as well as at the holy communion. Some cups were made to run over. Ever since I have been enabled to preach twice, and sometimes thrice a day. Never did I see the Bristol people more attentive or impressed. My body feels the heat: but no matter. If souls are benefited, all is well. Would to God I could begin to do something for Jesus! You are employed one way, I another. Ere long we shall sit down together in the kingdom of our Father. Next Monday perhaps I may move towards Gloucester. I know you will follow me with your prayers. Mine always attend you and yours. It is the only return that can be made for all your kindnesses conferred on, my very dear friend,

Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXV.

To Mr. S――.

Edinburgh, July 3, 1759.

My very dear Friend,

THERE hath been a long interval between my last and this. My quick motions, and frequent preaching, have been the causes. O what am I that I should be employed for Jesus! In Gloucestershire the cup of many of his people ran over. In Yorkshire I preached for a week twice a day. Great congregations! great power! Blessed be the name of the great God for ever and ever! Here also people, high and low, rich and poor, flock as usual, morning and evening. I am growing fat: but, as I take it to be a disease, I hope I shall go home the sooner. Happy they who are safe in harbour. A storm I fear ♦is at hand. Jesus will be our hiding-place. He shall preserve us in trouble: he shall compass us about with songs of deliverance. That this may be the peculiar lot of you and yours, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear Sir,

Yours, &c. under manifold obligations,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXVI.

To the Reverend Mr. G――.

Edinburgh, July 7, 1759.

Reverend and very dear Sir,

GOD willing, I purpose to see G――; but cannot as yet fix the day. I preach, and people flock as usual; but Scotland is not London. The Redeemer is doing wonders there. Every post brings forth good news. God’s Spirit blows when and where it listeth. O for a gale before the storm! I expect one is at hand. The refuge is as near. Jesus is our hiding-place. O for a hiding-place in heaven! When will my turn come? Some say, not yet; for (would you think it?) I am growing fat: so did Mr. Darracot a little before he died. O that my latter end may be like his! You will not forget a worthless but willing pilgrim. Hearty love to all.

Yours, &c. &c. in the best bonds,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXVII.

To the Reverend Mr. T――.

Edinburgh, July 8, 1759.

My very dear Friend,

I DO now begin to despair of seeing you, till we meet in that world, where spiritual children and spiritual fathers shall join in praising Him who sitteth upon the throne for ever. O proclaram diem! Welcome storms which drive us nearer that blessed port. Some here, I trust, are steering their course that way. Impressions seem to be lasting on many. In the West, I think, I was rather more attended, and a greater power accompanied the word. Lord, what am I? On Monday, or Tuesday at the farthest, God willing, I move. Scotch importunities have prevailed on me to stay till then. O for some parting blessings! An ascended Saviour can impart them. I have good news from the Orphan-house. All is well there. That grace, mercy, and peace may be multiplied upon you and yours, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear friend,

Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXVIII.

To the Reverend Mr. T――.

Edinburgh, July 12, 1759.

My very dear Friend,

IT is well there is a heaven to make amends for all our disappointments here on earth. I long for a future state, where we shall all sit down together, and converse for ever without the least interruption. I know this will find you looking towards, and waiting for the coming of that day of God. It is a blessed thing to be kept alive in a dead time. It is a dead time in Scotland indeed. Little or no stirring among the dry bones. It is not so in London, and several other parts of England. Lord Jesus, revive thy work in the midst of the years! You will pray that the fatal languor may not take hold of my already too languid heart. I would fain be found of my Lord with my loins girded, and my lamp burning. A storm seems to be at hand. Jesus is our hiding-place.

Blest is faith that trusts his power,

Blest are saints that wait his hour:

Haste, great Conqueror, bring it near;

Let the glorious close appear.

O that some may be awakened to prepare for that awful hour! On Monday, God willing, I go to blow the gospel trumpet at Glasgow. Lord, what am I, that I should be one of thy run-abouts! If this be to be vile, Lord, make me more vile! Adieu. Hearty love and most cordial respects await your whole self. Follow me with your prayers, and as the Lord Jesus enables, they shall be returned by, my very dear friend,

Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXIX.

To Mrs. W――.

Glasgow, July 18, 1759.

Dear Mrs. W――,

MAKE no apology for writing your mind. I see the disease, but know not how to come at a cure. Labourers are wanting of the old stamp: but vines are very apt to degenerate. If I am not mistaken, we shall be purged with a witness. God grant it may be that we may bring forth more fruit. I want the purgation most of all. I dread a corpulent body. But it breaks in upon me like an armed man. O that my heart may not wax gross at the same time! I would fain not flag, but rather begin at least to begin in the latter stages of my road. Congregations in Scotland are very large. I am glad to hear that the shout of a king is among you. Pray remember me in the kindest manner to all in conference, and to all that are so kind as to enquire after, dear Mrs. W――,

Your sincere friend and servant in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXX.

To Mrs. C――.

Newcastle, August 16, 1759.

Dear Mrs. C――,

LONG before now I hope you have had the pleasure of seeing Bethesda’s debts all paid. Bethesda (now outward burdens are off) I trust will be more agreeable every day. I do not want to change its present Governess. This, I fear, would be the case, was Mr. P―― and his family to come. I fear you would then think yourself discharged. Besides, he seems to want me to resign my trust entirely. This all here dissuade me from, upon any terms, or to any person whatsoever. As you and Mr. D―― are so faithful, if Mr. P―― will continue to superintend till I come, matters may continue as they are. O when shall I receive my commission to go abroad. God only knows what awaits us at home. Jesus is our hiding-place. I am now in my return from Scotland. For these six weeks last past, the word hath run and been glorified there. O, who is a God like unto our God, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, continually doing wonders! he will be our God and guide unto death. That he may continually fill you with his grace here, and grant you an exalted place, near his throne, in his kingdom hereafter, is the earnest prayer of, dear Mrs. C――,

Your most affectionate, obliged friend, and ready servant in our glorious Emmanuel,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXXI.

Newcastle, August 16, 1759.

My dear Mr. D――,

I HOPE that soon after your writing in February last, my November letters came to hand, and that Mr. P――l hath been over with you, to discharge all Bethesda debts. Blessed be God for causing his work to prosper in your hands. Pray be always as particular as you can about the children, and set them upon writing often. Mr. Zubly’s coming to Georgia pleases me much. Pray let me have the whole account from last audit. I am glad you have taken in three more orphans; they will turn out great prizes in the last day. Poor Mr. I――s!—Let him that standeth take heed lest he fall. Lord Jesus, give us a right understanding in all things! He is an ever-loving and ever-lovely Jesus. His power hath been made known in Scotland for these six weeks last past. Some books will be sent from thence to the care of Mr. Hodsden. The box which I sent in Burkitt some months ago, I hear was taken;—it had a gown in it, and several other things. “The Lord hath given, and the Lord hath taken away: blessed be the name of the Lord!” We have a God that will supply all our wants, according to the riches of his mercy in Christ Jesus. O to be faithful unto the death! we shall then receive a crown of life. That this may be your happy portion, is the earnest prayer of, my dear Mr. D――,

Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXXII.

To Mrs. C――.

London, August 30, 1759.

Dear Mrs. C――,

THE bearers of this are well known to Mr. D――n. I trust, I can recommend them as the followers of Jesus Christ. I wish Bethesda may be a comfortable asylum for them. I think that Mr. S――k, for the present, might be employed about the lands round the orphan-house, and so gradually learn to be overseer at Ephrata. John H――y, I suppose, will be for moving in a year or two. I wish he may be capable to do for himself. I am told that he drinks; but I do not love to catch at ill reports against those that are employed in my house. Pray let me hear particularly concerning him. Mrs. S――k is a quiet teachable woman. I think she might be of service to you immediately, and with her husband do quite well, in a short time, at the plantation. You will soon be able to judge. If ―― doth not turn out as you desire, and is not of use in the house, let her be put out to some good service: she is capable now of doing for herself. Mr. D――n will be so kind as to take care of the little boy. He is quite an orphan, and I am told very quiet, and willing to learn. Would to God I was coming with them. But the way at present is quite blocked up. Lord Jesus, open it in thy due time! I hope you do not so much as think of seeing England till I come over. Mrs. S――k hath directions to leave Bethesda, if you think her coming any reason for your remove; that would grieve me to the heart. I think myself quite happy in such an assistant, and hope, now all debts are paid, you will be free from many burdens. O what hath God wrought? wonders, wonders! Praise the Lord, O our souls! I should be glad of Mr. P――l at Bethesda; but I can give him no more power than he hath. All are against my giving up my trust to any person whatsoever. Lord Jesus, continue to be Bethesda’s God! Should not H――y’s daughter be put out to service. Orphan-house plants ought to be transplanted, to make room for others, and then the family will not be too large. I commit you, and all, to his never failing mercy, and am, dear Mrs. C――,

Your most obliged, affectionate friend, and ready servant in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXXIII.

To Mrs. C――.

London, September 12, 1759.

Dear Mrs. C――,

I CAN but send you my poor pepper-corn of thanks unfeigned, for your continued care of dear Bethesda. Now all is paid, I hope your best days are to come. Do not entertain a thought of leaving a place, in which you have your health, and are so useful. If Mr. S――k can supply Ephrata, then all that family will be gone soon. Blessed be God that some of the girls turn out so well! The worsted and stays will be sent with this. I hope to write again soon. I am not sorry that Lory is like to be disposed of, but I would have another negroe bought in her room. O that Jesus would wash them in his blood. Little Reader’s letter pleased us much. I would have all the boys to write. O that Jesus may convert them! Amen and Amen! Some of the books coming over, may be dispersed among the people at Oqueehec, and elsewhere, if not wanted at Bethesda. I want a master sadly for G――, &c. I trust the Lord will provide.

Blest is faith that trusts His power,

Blest are the saints that wait his hour.

Your sister I hear turns out very well. Would to God I could say so of all my relations!

But surely God’s rich grace is free;

For, O my God! it found out me.

Hoping to have another speedy opportunity of writing again, with ten thousand thanks for all your care, and most earnest prayers for your increasing with all the increase of God, I must hasten to subscribe myself, dear Mrs. C――,

Your most affectionate obliged friend, and very ready servant in our glorious Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXXIV.

To Mr. D――.

London, September 13, 1759.

My very dear Mr. D――,

YOUR letter dated May 25, which I received yesterday by the hands of Mr. Vincent, gave me unspeakable satisfaction. I can but thank you, as I do ten thousand times over, for all your care and faithfulness. He that seeth in secret will ere long reward openly. As I hear both Dickenson and Ball are arrived, you will have received more letters from me. God be praised for your success in the silk-worms! God be praised that Bethesda is out of debt! God be praised for all his tender mercies to me and mine! Praise the Lord, O our souls! I wish some of the children could be bred up for the ministry. G―― seems to me to have some grace. What a pity that I cannot have a grammar-school! I shall think and pray, and then write to you and Mr. P――l on this head. You all seem to dislike the temper of those at Ephrata. If Mr. S――k could supply the place, perhaps it would be more pleasant. May the Lord Jesus direct, for his name’s sake! He will, he will! It is a most discouraging thing, that good places cannot be found for the boys when fit to go out. By this means, they are kept in the house beyond their time, both to their own hurt, and to the further expence of the institution. I expect R―― W―― home with Captain Ball. I am glad B―― is at a trade. Somebody told his mother, that he was gone to his master’s plantation. I wish he had written a line. Could you let me know what stock of cattle you have, and what hogs you kill. The more particular you are about every thing, the better. I long for the account. I am glad you received the books! more are to be sent from Scotland. I do not much care for R――’s being at Bethesda, unless he is a true penitent. How doth my nephew go on? That you may go on and prosper both in body and soul, till you are safe landed in an endless eternity, is the earnest prayer of, very dear Mr. D――,

Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXXV.

To Mr. D――.

London, February 5, 1760.

My very dear Mr. D――,

I AM waiting every moment for a line from you. I hope it will bring me the agreeable news of your being at peace with the Indians. Above all, I trust it will inform me, of your being filled with the peace of God, which passeth all understanding. As I wrote my whole mind by dear Mr. S――k, and who, I find by the papers, is safely arrived, I have nothing to add, till I hear what Mr. P――l hath determined on, and what situation Mr. S―― thinks himself called to. My heart’s desire and prayer to God is, that all may be directed for the Redeemer’s glory, and the lasting welfare of Bethesda. I cannot help thinking, but something great is to come out of it yet. The thoughts of a College are revived; but he that believeth doth not make haste. I am growing very corpulent, but, I trust, not too corpulent for another voyage, when called to it. Every day the work increases. On Sunday last, a new enlargement of the chapel was opened, and a great concourse of people assembled on that occasion. I am told that God was there. With this, I hope you will receive a box of books. My nephew hath some more for you, in a box sent to him. I have had a sweet letter from I―― P――m. O this changing world! Lord, sanctify all for the better preparing us for our great change! Adieu, my dear friend. I hope you will keep close to Bethesda. God will bless you for it. Hoping to hear from you very shortly, I hasten to subscribe myself,

Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXXVI.

To Mrs. C――.

London, February 7, 1760.

My dear Mrs. C――,

I SEND this to Portsmouth after Mr. R――n, to inform you, that last night we received your agreeable letters, dated in August and September. Blessed be God that you are all so well. The bills shall be honoured. I have thoughts, that you and Mr. D―― will come together. For Christ’s sake, do not think of moving from Bethesda. I am more than pleased: I am delighted with your being there. The family will soon be small indeed. It is easily increased at any time. I hope that G―― and A―― W―― will be put out. I am glad S――f behaved so well. God’s judgments are like the great deep. Father, thy will be done! Mr. S――f bears the news quite well. I expect to hear again from you every day. God bless you all! Cease not to pray for, dear Mrs. C――,

Your most obliged affectionate friend and servant in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXXVII.

To Mr. S―― S――.

Bristol, July 5, 1760.

My very dear Sir,

WITH this, I have sent an order to Mr. C――, to receive of you three hundred pounds sterling, to purchase bills of exchange from Mr. S――r. One hundred Mr. S――r is to remit to Mr. F――y. The other two hundred Mr. C―― is to pay to Mr. Z――n, in order to be remitted to Professor F――k. The remainder, I think best to keep till I hear from the Professor himself. The Lord pity and comfort the poor sufferers! What reason have we to be thankful, who abound in peace and plenty! What is still more, the fields are white, ready unto a spiritual harvest. When in the fields, ten thousand, perhaps more, do assemble here. When under cover, there are more than the tabernacle will well hold; at least in the evening. Every time the house is a Bethel, a house of God, a gate of heaven. Grace! grace! I thought that my wife’s illness would have hastened me to London; but as she is now recovering, I would fain proceed in my summer’s campaign. I am persuaded I am the better for your prayers. Never were they more charitably bestowed. I am a worm, and no man. O blessed Jesus, how good thou art! With all thy other mercies, give, O give me an humble and a thankful heart! I could enlarge, but have more letters to write. I hope my most cordial respects and thanks will find acceptance with dear Mrs. S―― and Miss, and I am sure you will accept the same yourself, from, my very dear Sir,

Yours &c. under manifold obligations,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXXVIII.

To Mrs. C――.

Bristol, July 8, 1760.

Dear Mrs. C――,

I HOPE this will find you restored to more than former health and usefulness, and quite determined to continue at Bethesda. It makes me uneasy, to think you have the least inclination of returning, till you see me on your side the water. Jesus hath called and blessed you at Bethesda. I would fain have you stay and see the fruits of your labour. You will see what I wrote about I―― H――. I must leave all to you who are upon the spot, not doubting but the Lord Jesus will guide you by his allwise counsel; none teacheth like him. I have sympathized with you, in respect to your fears about the Indian war. Lord Jesus grant they may not be permitted to come near your peaceful dwelling! In heaven, all these alarms will be over. I long for those blessed mansions. But nothing kills me. My wife was lately just got into harbour, but is driven back again. Blessed be God, we are sure of getting in safe at last. Jesus is our pilot. To his almighty and never-failing protection do I most humbly and heartily commit you, as being, for his great name’s sake, with ten thousand thanks for all your labours of love, dear Mrs. C――,

Your sincere affectionate friend, and ready servant in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXXXIX.

To Mr. D――.

Bristol, July 8, 1760.

My dear Mr. D――,

I OWE you much love for your letter and accompts. May Bethesda’s God bless and reward you! He doth, he will. I suppose you will see what I have written to Mr. P――l and Mr. S――k. How doth the Redeemer bring his elect together, even in this world! What a glorious meeting will there be in the world to come! Methinks I hear you say, “Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly.” I add, Amen and amen! even so come Lord Jesus! The prospect is promising. I am going in my old way, saving that I grow fatter and fatter every day. Lord, help me to work it down! but it seems working will not do. I spent all the last winter in London, and began my campaign in May, in Gloucestershire. Last month I was in Wales, inviting souls to come to Christ. Here I am labouring also. You will not fail to pray for me. I long to hear about the Indian war. They are safe who are garrisoned in God, even a God in Christ. Assure yourself, that neither you nor your dear orphan-charge are ever forgotten by, my dear Mr. D――,

Yours, &c. in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXL.

To Mr. D――.

London, August 15, 1760.

My dear Mr. D――,

HOW do I long to hear of God’s appearing for Georgia and Bethesda? I trust, the Indians have not, and will not be permitted to disturb a family planted by his own right hand, and for his own glory. But the divine judgments are a great deep. Lord, help us to adore, and cheerfully to submit to thy holy will! Some Bethesda letters, I trust, will soon put me out of suspense. I wrote to you by the convoy that took your new Governor. I hope he will behave friendly to the orphan-house. If we make the Lord Jesus our friend, all will be well. Many here are seeking his friendship. Satan is angry. I am now mimicked and burlesqued upon the public stage. All hail such contempt! God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of Jesus Christ. It is sweet! it is sweet. What a mercy is it, that we have got an abiding inheritance in the kingdom of heaven! Of this we can never be robbed. Hallelujah!—Adieu. Hearty love to all. Cease not to pray for, and write to, dear Mr. D――,

Yours, &c. in our glorious High Priest,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXLI.

To Mrs. C――.

London, November 14, 1760.

Dear Mrs. C――,

I CANNOT find any of your relations, but what are willing you should remain in Georgia, and settle there. What condition can be so useful for you? I have never varied in my opinion. The Lord Jesus direct, bless, and reward you! He will. The orphan sent by Captain Ball, I am persuaded will be taken care of. He is sent by good Lady H――n, and is to be treated as a common orphan. May the Father of the fatherless bless him and all! I was much pleased with the letters I received from the lambs of the flock. If possible, I shall answer them. But at present am so indisposed with a cold, after my Yorkshire ramble of two months, that I can scarce write this. Blessed be God, for the prospect of a state, wherein the inhabitants shall no more say, I am sick. I can now add no more, but that I am, dear Mrs. C――,

Your most obliged friend, and ready servant in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXLII.

To Mr. K――.

London, February 21, 1761.

My dear Timothy,

THE distance that Plymouth lies from London, is one great cause of my coming there so seldom. What can I do, who have so many calls, and so few assistants? London must be minded. For surely, there the word runs and is glorified more and more. I returned in post-haste, last month, from Bristol. Both in going and coming, dear Mr. H――y and I were in great jeopardy. Once the machine fell over, and at another time we were obliged to leap out of the post-chaise, though going very fast. Blessed be God, we received little hurt. Good was to be done. On the fast-day, near six hundred pounds were collected for the German and Boston sufferers. Grace! grace! I wish you had collected at Bristol. When can you move? pray let me know directly. I want my wife to ride as far as Plymouth. Nothing but exercise will do with her. Remember us to your whole self, and to all. This is the very first moment that I could catch, to let you hear from, my dear man,

Yours, &c. in our glorious Emmanuel.

G. W.

LETTER MCCXLIII.

To Mrs. C――.

London, February 23, 1761.

Dear Mrs. C――,

IT is almost an age now, since I heard from my dear family in the wilderness. How came I not to have one line by Mr. Young? Ere now I hope you have received my last by Captain Ball. When shall I get leave to come over? Perhaps my heart is too much set upon it. Father, thy will be done! This is my comfort; the Redeemer’s work is upon the advance. All opposition is over-ruled for the furtherance of the gospel. A new instrument is raised up out of Cambridge university. He has been here preaching like an angel of the churches indeed. My wife is poorly, but joins in sending hearty love. All your relations are well. Pray give my blessing to the children, and thank them all for their letters. I would have all the boys put out as soon as of age. The work prospers here much. Hoping every day to receive a line, and sending you my most hearty blessing, thanks and love, I subscribe myself, dear Mrs. C――,

Your most affectionate obliged friend, and ready servant in our glorious Emmanuel,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXLIV.

To Mr. A――s.

London, March 3, 1761.

My very dear Mr. A――s,

MY last showed you that we are both of a mind. Let us have a little patience, and all will be well. As Mr. B――e cannot come up directly, I must defer my Bristol journey till after Easter. The cold I catched there, I shall not easily get rid off. But what is, is best. Your letter to Mrs. J――s was delivered safe. By Wiltshire’s waggon, I have sent a set of Henry’s Exposition, and Clark’s Bible. Be pleased to take them. You will send the enclosed. The Redeemer continues to own and bless us here. That he may bless and own you and yours evermore, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear Timothy,

Yours, &c. &c. in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXLV.

To the Reverend Mr. G――.

London, March 14, 1761.

My dear Sir,

I HEAR that your little daughter is gone to heaven: a fine flower soon cropped. I thought she was too fine to continue long in this bad soil. She is now transplanted to an infinitely better. O that I may have patience to wait till my wish’d-for change do come! Every day almost we hear of persons dying in triumph. The awakening is rather greater than ever. Satan’s artillery hath done but little execution.

Thoughts are vain against the Lord,

All subserves his standing word;

Wheels encircling wheels must run,

Each in course to bring it on.

Hallelujah!

I hope you prosper at G――. My kindest respects await all your dear reverend brethren that honour me with their countenance, your whole self, and all who are so kind as to enquire after, my dear Sir,

Yours, &c. in our common Lord,

G. W.

P. S. One Mr. Berridge, lately Moderator of Cambridge, hath been preaching here with great flame.

LETTER MCCXLVI.

To Mr. S―― S――.

Cannonbury-House (near London), April 11, 1761.

Dear Sir,

BE pleased to pay to Mr. Thomas Cox the sum of two hundred and fifty pounds, which, with one hundred and fifty paid to him before, and given (as this is to be) into the hands of the Reverend Mr. Zingenhagen, makes up the sum of four hundred pounds; the whole of what is assigned out of the late collection for the distressed German protestants, by, dear Sir,

Yours, &c. &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCXLVII.

To the Reverend Mr. T――.

Cannonbury-House, April 27, 1761.

My very dear Friend,

ACCEPT a few lines of love unfeigned from a worthless worm, just returning from the borders of an eternal world. O into what a world was I launching! But the prayers of God’s people have brought me back. Lord Jesus, let it be for thy glory and the welfare of precious and immortal souls! Thou hast been digging and dunging round me. O that the barren fig-tree may at length begin to bring forth some fruit! O, my dear man, how ought ministers to work before the night of sickness and death comes, when no man can work! Lord Jesus, quicken my tardy pace, according to the multitude of thy tender mercies! You will not cease to pray for me, who am indeed less than the least of all. Weakness forbids my enlarging. Hearty love to all who are so kind as to enquire after an ill and hell-deserving, but redeemed creature. Not only pray, but also give thanks to a never-failing Emmanuel, who hath been ease in pain, health in sickness, life in death, to, my very dear friend,

Yours, &c. &c. for his great name’s sake,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXLVIII.

To the Reverend Mr. G――.

Cannonbury-House, May 2, 1761.

SURPRIZING, that any friends of Zion should be solicitous for the welfare of such a worthless worm! Indeed, my dear friend, the news you have heard was true. I have been at the very gates of what is commonly called death. They seemed opening to admit me, through the alone righteousness of the blessed Jesus, into everlasting life. But at present they are closed again: for what end, an all-wise Redeemer can only tell. I have, since my illness, once assisted a little at the Lord’s-supper, and once spoke a little in publick. But, my locks are cut; natural strength fails: Jesus can renew: Jesus can cause to grow again. By his divine permission, I have thoughts of seeing Scotland. If I relapse, that will be a desirable place to go to heaven from. I love, I love that dear people. Ten thousand thanks to you, and all my dear G―― friends. Be pleased to add to my obligations, by continuing to pray for one, who, though less than the least of all, is indeed, my very dear Sir,

Theirs and yours, &c. in a never-failing Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCXLIX.

To Mr. S―― S――.

Plymouth, June 5, 1761.

WILL not my very dear and valuable friend be glad to hear, that through divine mercy I am somewhat improved in my health since my leaving London. At Bristol I grew sensibly better, but hurt myself by too long journies to Exeter and hither. However, blessed be God, I am now recovered from my fatigue, and hope bathing will brace me up for my glorious Master’s use again.

Strange, that a harp of thousand strings,

Should keep in tune so long!

The few times I have been enabled to preach, an infinitely condescending Redeemer hath vouchsafed to breathe upon the word preached. Who knows but I may get my wings again? Abba Father, all things are possible with thee! I know who doth, and will pray for me, even my very dear Mr. S――, who hath already laid such great obligations on

His most affectionate friend and very ready servant in our glorious Emmanuel,

G. W.

LETTER MCCL.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Bristol, June 11, 1761.

My dear steady Friend,

ACCEPT a few lines of love unfeigned, from one who loves both you and yours in the bowels of Jesus Christ. They leave me rather hurt by my late western journey. I strive to put out to sea as usual, but my shattered bark will not bear it. Lord Jesus, let thy will be done in me, by me, and upon me, for time and eternity! If this air doth not agree with me, in a few days I think of returning to my old nurses and old physicians again. Blessed be God for an interest in an infinitely great, infinitely gracious, and sympathizing unchangeable physician! I hope you and yours enjoy much of his heart-chearing consolations. These have been my support in my younger days; these will be my cordials in the latter stages of the road. I hope Mr. and Mrs. J―― are quite well. Pray tell him not to be so touchy to his old friends, especially when they are sick and just returning from the grave: perhaps he may not be troubled with them long. God grant he may never feel the want of them! Jesus lives when ministers die. My hearty love awaits you all. Cease not to pray for, my dear Mr. K――n,

Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCLI.

Cannonbury-House, July 11, 1761.

My dear Timothy,

JUST as I was going to write you a few lines to come hither, Mr. Rowand’s letter informed me that you was very ill. But I hope this will find you better. Lord Jesus, prepare us for whatever thou hast prepared for us! Commending you to his never-failing mercy, I subscribe myself,

Ever yours, &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

July 16.

Blessed be God I am better! Blessed be God that you are so likewise! Who knows what rest and time may produce? O to be blanks in the hands of Jesus! When shall this once be! What good news by sea and land! Grace! grace! Let me have another line, and cease not to pray for, my dear Timothy,

Yours, &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCLII.

To Mr. K――.

London, October 13, 1761.

My dear Fellow-prisoner,

I HOPE an all-wise Redeemer is teaching us to be content to be buried ourselves, and to bury our friends alive. This is a hard but important lesson. Lord Jesus, make us great proficients in the school of thy cross! I have not preached a single sermon for some weeks. Last Sunday I spoke a little; but I feel its effects ever since. Father, thy will be done! Blessed be his name for giving you a little reviving in your bondage. Perhaps that is all we are to expect on this side eternity. But there is nothing too hard for the Lord. Lord, we believe, help our unbelief! Glory be to his great name, that some good was done at Plymouth. The news drove me to my knees, and stirred up an ambition to be employed again. I know you and Sarah will say, Amen, and Amen! I hope your Isaac will be spared; if not, Aaron-like, may you hold your peace! I have met with changes. My two old servants are married and gone. Mr. E―― hath preached for me some time. As yet the congregations are kept up. Mr. A―― and M―― are very poorly. All are hastening home apace. Accept hearty love to your whole self, and all dear friends who are so kind as to enquire after, my very dear Timothy,

Yours, &c. in our Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCLIII.

To Mr. D――.

Leeds, October 24, 1761.

My very dear Mr. D――,

WHAT sudden changes here! O that my great change was come! Happy Polhill: Bethesda’s loss is thy gain. “Be ye also ready,” is the call of this awful providence. The Lord furnish survivors with double strength! I thank you for the accounts. I see you are running in arrears. Some way or other I trust they will be discharged. But I would have the family reduced as low as can be. I think that the keeping of those who are grown up, hurts them and increases my expence. I have little comfort in many that I have assisted. But our reward of grace is with the Lord. Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly! As you are most conversant in figures, you will be pleased to continue in your usual way; and as you go on in harmony, I trust you will do quite well. A sea voyage seems more necessary to me now than ever. I know now what nervous disorders are. Blessed be God that they were contracted in his service. I do not repent my embarking in Christ’s cause. He seeth all your disinterested toil in that new world. “Well done, ye good and faithful servants,” shall be the salutation given to you all. My hearty blessing and love to all. That great may be your happiness on earth, and infinitely great your reward in heaven, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear Mr. D――,

Yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Emmanuel,

G. W.

LETTER MCCLIV.

To Mrs. C――.

Leeds, October 24, 1761.

Dear Mrs. C――,

I AM still in this dying world, but frequently tempted to wish the report of my death had been true, since my disorder keeps me from my old delightful work of preaching. But Jesus can teach us to exercise our passive as well as active graces. Fain would I say, “Thy will be done!” I am now riding for my health; but I think a voyage would brace me up. I impute my present disorder, in a great measure, to the want of my usual sea voyages. Blessed be God, for supporting me so well under the news of dear Mr. Polhill’s sudden translation. In that respect, I rather envy than pity him; to be carried to heaven in an instant; from a ship’s cabin into Abraham’s bosom; O what a blessing! God sanctify and make up the loss! But we shall find few Polhills. Blessed be God, that I have faithful ones left behind. I repose in you the utmost confidence, and hope the Lord will give you double strength, and vouchsafe us all a speedy and happy meeting. I know who adds a hearty Amen. I wish G――r and A―― W―― were put out. Keeping such great boys is expensive, and there is nothing to be expected by my coming over. I hope my nephew will take the boy that comes over; if not, he must be received at Bethesda. Surely God will yet provide for that house of mercy. But I can at present bear very little of outward cares. Writing these few letters, I fear, will hurt me: but I could not help venturing. The Lord bless and reward you, my dear Mrs. C――, for all your labours of love! I commend you and your dear charge to his never-failing mercy, and am, with ten thousand thanks for all favours,

Yours most affectionately for Christ’s sake,

G. W.

LETTER MCCLV.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Newcastle, October 29, 1761.

My dear steady Friend,

HITHERTO the Lord hath helped me. Surely his mercy endureth for ever. I bear riding sixty miles a day in a post-chaise quite well. Blessed be his name, friends both here and at Leeds are prudent, and do not press me to preach much. But I hope I am travelling in order to preach. If not, Lord Jesus, help me to drink the bitter cup of a continued silence, with a holy resignation, believing that what is, is best! Lord, I believe, help thou my unbelief! Every where as I came along, my spiritual children gladly received me. Almighty God, do thou provide for all! I hope you go on well at London. It is the Jerusalem, the Goshen. May ministers and people see their privileges, and work whilst it is day! The night of sickness and death is coming, when no man can work. Be pleased to remember me to dear Mr. and Mrs. J――, and all dear friends as they come in your way. To-morrow I may set forwards towards Edinburgh. You and yours will follow me with your prayers, and be assured of not being forgotten by, my very dear Mr. K――n,

Yours, &c. &c. in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCLVI.

To the Reverend Mr. G――.

Newcastle, October 29, 1761.

Reverend and very dear Sir,

THOUGH at a very unexpected, and seemingly unseasonable time, I am thus far travelled northwards. Hitherto the Lord hath helped me to hold out. Fain would I reach Scotland, to see some of my dear friends before I die. My spirits, though in some degree recruited, are yet low, and I am kept from my old delightful work. But all things are possible with Jesus Christ. He can either restore, or enable me to drink the bitter cup of continued silence. Lord Jesus, do thou help me to say from my inmost soul, “Father, not my will, but thine be done!” I desire to be more than remembered to my dear G―― friends, and beg the continuance of their prayers in behalf of, my very dear Sir,

Theirs and yours, &c. &c. in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCLVII.

To the Reverend Mr. G――.

Edinburgh, November 9, 1761.

THOUGH I have been very ill since my coming to Edinburgh, yet I must come just to see my dear friends at G――. I cannot be there till Thursday noon. Little, very little can be expected from a dying man. But I can now hear a little for myself. I write this in the midst of company. All my dear friends will not fail to pray for, very dear Sir,

Yours and theirs, &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCLVIII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Leeds, December 1, 1761.

My dear old Friend,

IT is near ten at night, and I am to set off to-morrow in the Leeds stage for London. Your letter I received this evening, and thank you for it most heartily. Silence is enjoined me for a while by the Edinburgh physicians. They say my case is then recoverable. The great physician will direct. May he abundantly bless you and yours, and dear T―― J―― and his? I send you all most hearty love, as being, for Christ’s sake,

Yours, &c. &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCLIX.

To Mr. K――.

London, January 8, 1762.

My dear Timothy,

I THOUGHT my wife had written many letters to you before this time. Blessed be God, I am better. The Scotch journey did me service. I preached on new-year’s day, and am to do so again, God willing, to-morrow. Who knows? who knows?—I may again see Plymouth. Is there any thing too hard for the Lord? When can you come up? I had a violent fall upon my head from my horse last Thursday, but was neither surprized nor hurt. Help me to praise Him whose mercy endureth for ever. Mr. B―― is here, and preaches with power. Blessed be God that some can speak, though I am laid aside. That your mouth may be opened, and body strengthened more and more, is the hearty prayer of, my dear Timothy,

Ever yours, &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCLX.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Bristol, April 17, 1762.

WILL not my dear steady friend be glad to hear that Bristol air agrees with me, and that I have been enabled to preach five times this last week without being hurt? Lord Jesus, make me truly and humbly thankful! Was the door open for an American voyage, I verily believe it would be very serviceable towards bracing up my relaxed tabernacle. But he who knoweth all things, knows what is best. Fain would I say, from whatever quarter trials come, “Father, not my will, but thine be done!” I see more and more, that grace must be tried. But this is our comfort, when we are tried, we shall come forth like gold. In how many fires is that precious metal purified? O for a heart to be willing to be made willing to be nothing, yea less than nothing, that God, even a God in Christ, may be all in all! You and yours will add to my obligations by praying for me. By this you see that you are not forgotten. Shall I beg you to let the tabernacle friends know soon, that you received this? Having had company I cannot write. Be pleased to thank the honest Welch bishop for his subscription. It was a great deal from such a dignitary. May the great Bishop of souls bless and strengthen him in soul and body ever more. As I expect to hear from my wife on Monday, and as I have nothing particular, I shall defer writing again till Monday evening. In the mean while, be so kind as to give my hearty love and due respects to her and all, and accept the same yourselves from, my very dear friends,

Yours, &c. &c. in a never-failing Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCLXI.

To Mr. S―― S――.

Bristol, April 18, 1762.

My very dear Friend,

I WAS quite sorry that I could not take a parting dinner with you. Mr. Z――n begged me to come just at that time to converse with me about the suffering protestants, and in the evening I read letters. Blessed be God, I was not the worse for it. Since my coming here, my health hath improved. The last week I was enabled to preach five times. This morning I have been administering the ordinance; and this evening I hope to be upon my throne again. Our Lord vouchsafes to smile upon my feeble labours, and the people seem to feel a refreshing from his divine presence. Who knows but I may yet be restored so far as to sound the gospel trumpet for my God? The quietness I enjoy here, with daily riding out, seems to be one very proper means. Be this as it will, I know ere long I shall serve our Lord without weariness. A few more blows from friends, and from foes, and the pitcher will be broken. Then the wicked one will cease from troubling, and the weary traveller arrive at his wish’d-for rest. God grant you and yours very large refreshments in the way! Be pleased to accept of this as a token that you are not forgotten by, my very dear friend,

Yours, &c. under ten thousand obligations, and in the best bonds,

G. W.

LETTER MCCLXII.

To Mr. D――.

Bristol, April 29, 1762.

My very dear Mr. D――,

HOW have I been contriving to come over in one of the mast ships lately sailed for New-England? But the hour is not yet come. Hasten it, O glorious Emmanuel, for thy great name’s sake! Surely a sea voyage would help to brace up this relaxed tabernacle. Blessed be God, I am now enabled to preach four or five times a week; but it is with much weakness. I long to hear how it is with you in this Spanish war. Mr. Robinson I find was cast away, but hath escaped with his life. Just now I have seen a letter to Mrs. P――e from Mr. H――s, by which I find he is at Bethesda, and talks of returning to England. I hope the Spanish war will prevent this last motion, at least for some time. My love to him and all. Persevere in praying me over. I have just now heard, that there is a packet for me at London from Georgia. How could you draw on me for so large a sum as an hundred and forty-seven pounds? Lord, help me! Yesterday at Kingswood I saw the ship that is to bring this, ready to sail. I hope I am not too late; and if any letters come from any of you by this post (as I hear the Carolina ships are arrived), God willing, they shall be answered by, my very dear Mr. D――,