LETTERS. (continued 8)

Ever yours, &c. &c. &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXXVII.

To Mr. S―― S――.

Charles-Town, March 15, 1765.

My very dear Friend,

HITHERTO the Lord hath helped: I have had a most pleasant winter. The inclosed will shew you in what a situation I left Bethesda. To put the finishing stroke to that affair, I fear I must embark for England. Well may I say I fear; for indeed words cannot well express what a scene of action I leave behind. Alas! my American work seems as yet scarce begun. My health is better, and every day the word of God runs and is glorified more and more. In two days, my wilderness range commences afresh. In about six weeks I hope to see Philadelphia. From thence, they say, I am to set sail for my native country. But heaven! a blessed, long wished-for heaven, is my home. Surely, death will say by and by, “Come up hither.” This, I trust, will find you and yours mounting aloft. God bless you, and all your connections! Indeed and indeed I owe you much, very much love. As a pepper-corn of acknowledgment, be pleased to accept these few loving lines from, my very dear friend,

Ever yours, &c. &c. &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXXVIII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Wilmington, Cape-Fear, March 29, 1765.

My very dear Mr. K――,

THUS far the Lord hath brought me in my way to Philadelphia, from whence, according to the present scheme, I purpose to embark for England. But I sometimes doubt, whether it is right or not. However, this is my comfort, that I serve a master who will not suffer the blind, that desire to know and do his will, to go out of their way. Hitherto he hath made the wilderness to smile! We had a most cutting parting from Charles-Town. I preached thrice in my way to this place. At the desire of the Mayor and other gentlemen, I shall stay till next Sunday, and then purpose, God willing, to go on my way. Indeed and indeed, this pilgrimage kind of life, is the very joy of my heart. Cieled houses and crouded tables I leave to others. A morsel of bread, and a little bit of cold meat, in a wood, is a most luxurious repast. Jesus’s presence is all in all, whether in the city or the wilderness. I hope that you and my other dear metropolitan friends, in the midst of all your noise, are always hearing that small still voice that whispers, “Love.” I think much of the late trial of my never to be forgotten friends at Cannonbury-house. Remember, according to promise, you will be kind enough to act as trustee, and all things are to continue just as they are, if it should please God to bring me to London. Now I am free, God keep me so for Christ’s sake. Tender love to all. I send them most cordial salutations, and intreat the continuance of their and your prayers, in behalf of, my very dear Mr. K――,

Theirs and yours most affectionately in our never-failing Emmanuel,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXXIX.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Newcastle, 30 miles from Philadelphia, May 4, 1765.

My dear Mr. K――n,

I AM just come here, in my way to embark from Philadelphia. But how shall I do it? Every where the door opens wider and wider. All along, from Charles-Town to this place, the cry is, “for Christ’s sake stay and preach to us.” O for a thousand lives to spend for Jesus! He is good, he is good! His mercy endureth for ever. Help, help, my dear English friends, to bless and praise Him. The letters by Captain Ball, I hear are sent from Charles-Town, in my trunk, to Philadelphia. I expect to receive them this evening. Thanks be to God, all outward things are settled on this side the water. The auditing the accounts, and laying a foundation for a college, hath silenced enemies and comforted friends. The finishing this affair confirms my call to England at this time. But I have no manner of prospect of being able to serve the tabernacle and chapel. I cannot preach once now, without being quite exhausted. How then shall I bear the cares of both those places? But I must beg you and dear Mr. H――y to continue trustees when I am present, as well as in my absence. I wish that a ship was ready now, perhaps I may yet sail from New-York. I am praying night and day for direction. The word runs here, and is glorified. But the weather, for two days, hath been so hot, that I could scarce move. To-day it is much cooler. I dread the shaking of the ship. But if it shakes this tottering frame to pieces, it will be a trading voyage indeed. As Mr. Blake is not mentioned in your last, I hope he is recovered. Death will do this for us all. Blessed be God, for enabling young Mr. Beckman to face it so triumphantly! This must be a great cordial to the afflicted parents. That they, your dear relations, and all my tried friends, may be comforted yet more and more, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear Sir,

Yours, theirs, &c. &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXXX.

To Mr. D――n.

New-York, June 6, 1765.

My very dear Friends,

ACCEPT a few loving parting lines. Next Sunday, God willing, we sail in the Earl of Halifax packet. No ship offered at Philadelphia. I am almost too weary to write. Jesus made the wilderness to smile! Grace! grace! I have received letters from England, dated April 13, in answer to those sent from Georgia. All say, you must come, or Bethesda affairs cannot be finished. Expect the first intelligence after my arrival. In the mean while, cease not to remember us at the throne of that Jesus; in whose great name, I desire to subscribe myself, very dear dear friends,

Ever yours, &c. &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXXXI.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Plymouth, July 12, 1765.

My dear dear Mr. K――n,

PERHAPS I am arrived a little before the expected time. We have had but a twenty-eight days passage, in the Hallifax packet, from New-York, which got into Falmouth last Monday. I left the vessel near the Lizard, and by the blunder of a drunken fellow, missed the Post on Monday evening. The transition hath been so sudden, that I can scarce believe that I am in England. I hope, ere long, to have a more sudden transition into a better country. Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly! I want a gown and cassock. Child, in Chancery-Lane, used to make for me, and perhaps knows my measure. Amazing, that I have not been measured for a coffin long ago! Lord Jesus, thy will be done! I am very low in body, and as yet undetermined what to do. Perhaps, on the whole, it may be best to come on leisurely, to see if my spirits can be a little recruited. You may write a few lines at a venture to Bristol. dear Mr. H――y shall hear more particularly the next Post, whatever rout I take. Had I bodily strength, you would find me coming upon you unawares; but that fails me much. I must have a little rest, or I shall be able to do nothing at all. Let no one stir to meet me, it being uncertain what rout I shall take. The Lord Jesus be with all your spirits! Ten thousand thousand thanks await you and your dear collegue, and all your dear friends, for all assistance given to, my dear dear friends,

Ever yours, &c. &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXXXII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Bristol, July 18, 1765.

My very dear Friend,

JUST now, with great joy, I received your welcome letter, I fear the post will be gone, ere this can be put in. Blessed be God, I am a little better. I have a fine commodious house, and am kept from much company. You will certainly know my rout. Indeed and indeed, I long to see my dear Mr. K――n, and my dear Mr. H――y. Stand, my friends, and insist upon my not being brought out into action too soon. The poor old shattered bark hath not been in dock one week, for a long while. I scarce know what I write. Tender love to all.

Ever yours, &c. &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXXXIII.

To Mr. E――s.

London, August 3, 1765.

Dear Mr. E――s,

I AM very weak in body, but gratitude constrains me to send you a few lines of love unfeigned, for your labours of love during my absence abroad. I rejoice to hear they were blessed. Our friends tell me, that the sound of your Master’s feet was certainly heard behind you. To Him, and Him alone, be all the glory! Is not this encouragement, my dear brother, to go on, and to be instant in season and out of season? If God will work, who shall hinder?

Give us thy strength, O God of power,

Then let winds blow and thunders roar:

Thy faithful witnesses we’ll be;

’Tis fix’d! we can do all through thee.

Thanks be to God, we do not go a warfare on our own charges; the Captain of our salvation will conquer for and in us. Let us but acknowledge him in all our ways, and He hath given us his royal word, that “He will direct and prosper all our paths.”

Fix on his work our stedfast eye,

So shall our work be done.――

Our enemies shall be at peace with us, and the very ravens, birds of prey, shall be obliged to come and feed us. O for an increase of faith! I hope you have refreshing times from the presence of the Lord, among your own flock. May grace, mercy, and peace, be multiplied amongst you! If the common interest of the Redeemer be promoted, I rejoice, yea and will rejoice. My earnest prayer is, that you, and all that labour in our Lord’s vineyard, may more and more be taught to give every one their portion of meat in due season; and may your rod blossom more and more! O to end life well. Methinks I have now but one more river to pass over, Jordan. And we know of one that can carry us over, without being ankle deep. How are Messrs. G――th, A――ge, &c. &c. S――k and his wife send cordial salutations. I left them labouring on their Bethesda plan, till the intended college is established. Yet a little while, and all true labourers shall enter into the joy of their Lord. Amen! Hallelujah! Cease not to pray for, dear Mr. E――s,

Yours, &c. in the blessed Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXXXIV.

To Mr. D――n.

London, September 6, 1765.

My very dear Friends,

I AM sorry that matters have been so ordered, as to confine you so long at Bethesda. But you have learned to believe, that the Redeemer orders all things well. Soon after my arrival, Lord D――h was put at the head of the board of trade. This will soon bring Bethesda affairs to a speedy issue. You will then be released. But indeed and indeed, in my judgment you had best keep where you are. You will soon repent coming over. Mrs. R――l, whose husband is lame, is utterly against your coming. But you must follow your own judgment. Though people flock more and more, and my health is better, yet I make no secret of it, that my heart is abroad. Mrs. R――l tells me strange things of B――y, and disagreeable things of P――y. O my God! shall I have no prize tickets amongst those I would willingly serve! Well,—the faithful nurse shall be paid, whether the child lives or dies. You therefore shall verily have your reward. Excuse enlarging. Captain Gunn goes to-day. Mr. Wright sends cordial respects. My wife is gone for a little while into the country. God bless you! God bless you! More opportunities of sending will soon offer to, my very dear friends,

Ever yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Head,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXXXV.

To Mr. A―― K――n.

London, September 20, 1765.

My dear Timothy,

PRAY when are we to have the honour of a visit from you? I believe more than three weeks are elapsed since you came to Bristol. Mr. Adams is to be your collegue here. I purpose for both of you to preach at the chapel, as well as at the tabernacle. Write an immediate answer, fixing your time of coming; and you must not think of returning soon. Mr. Middleton sends me word, that he is blessed at Plymouth, and especially at dock, and that Kingsbridge christians are lively. I hope it is so at Bristol. Blessed be God, it is pretty much so in London. Lord Jesus, quicken my tardy pace! Through his never-failing mercy, I have been better in health for a week past, than I have been for these four years. O for a thankful and an humble heart! My wife also returned well, last night, from Bury. She indulges this morning, being weary. But I take it for granted, that you and I rise at five. Mr. Adams’s room will be large for you to breathe in. I shall never breathe as I would, till I breathe in yonder heaven.

There sin and strife and sorrow cease,

And all is calm and joy and peace.

Adieu. Cordial love awaits all where you are, all at tabernacle house, and all that are so kind as to pray for, and enquire after, my very dear Timothy,

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

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXXXVI.

London, September 28, 1765.

My very dear Timothy,

THOSE that are Timothies indeed, shall be honoured of Him, whom they desire to honour, with a disinterested spirit. I am glad you find old Jacob’s prophecy to be fulfilling. “To Shiloh shall the gathering of the people be.” Nothing is wanting at Bristol, London, and elsewhere, but labourers full of the first old methodistical spirit. But where to get them is the question. Those that are thus minded, are almost worn out. I would gladly fly to Bristol if I could; but I see that it is best to be here for some time. And indeed, things have always been at such a low ebb, when I have been at Bristol, and matters carried on with so little spirit, that I have generally come mourning away. If a few, such as Mr. C――t, would exert themselves steadily, and perseveringly, and proper preachers were sent, something might be done to purpose. But as neither of these things is likely to happen, my expectations are not very much raised. However, the residue of the spirit is in the Redeemer’s hands. Our eyes wait upon Him. From Him, and Him alone, all kinds of salvation do come. Fain would I have you up at London for some time, at this season. Mr. D――r expects to see you in a clerical habit about Christmas. He asked me, if I would get him a scarf? I answered, that you must have one first. You may guess how he smiled. However, I really intend you shall preach in the chapel. I want you also to read the letters, and give me leave to comment upon them, as my breath will allow. You may return by way of Bristol, or if Sarah is worse, go from hence. I thank you heartily for making the collections. Never was a cause kept up at such a small expence; “not by might, or by power, but by my spirit, saith the Lord.” This be our invariable rule. God bless and prosper you more and more. If I have not tired you, I have almost tired, my very dear Timothy,

Yours, &c. &c.

G. W.

P. S. Since writing the above, I find providence calls me to Bath, to open good Lady Huntingdon’s chapel. God willing, I purpose to set out next Tuesday. You must set out for London the same day; otherwise, it may be, Bristol people will not see me. Adieu. Your preaching orders, as to time and place, you will receive at your arrival. That you may do Satan’s kingdom much hurt, is the hearty prayer of, my very dear man,

Ever yours, &c. in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXXXVII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Bath, October 7, 1765.

My very dear Friend,

WHAT a providence (as matters have fallen out) that your Bath journey was prevented! Could you have come, and been present at the opening of the chapel, you would have been much pleased. The chapel is extremely plain, and yet equally grand. A most beautiful original! All was conducted with great solemnity. Though a very wet day, the place was very full, and assuredly the great Shepherd and Bishop of souls consecrated and made it holy ground by his presence. I preached in the morning, Mr. Townsend in the evening. Expect more particulars when we meet. My moving depends on Mr. M――n’s punctuality. I am to preach to-morrow night, and have hopes of setting off on Wednesday morning. God give us all grace to work whilst it is day! The time of sickness and lowness comes, when no man can work. Dear Miss H――y is happily fled from all. Happy, happy she. God comfort all surviving relatives. They, as well as you and yours, are never forgotten by, my very dear Sir,

Yours, &c. &c. in Him who is all in all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXXXVIII.

To Mr. D――n.

London, October 26, 1765.

My very dear Friend,

ACCEPT a few hasty but loving lines. Your letters came safe. I thank God for their contents. In return I can inform you, that Bethesda matters are likely to come to a speedy and happy issue. We talk of my coming over again. It is not impossible, if my health admits. At present, blessed be God, I am better than last year. The word runs and is glorified in London. Bet D――y must not come here. You have not been so explicit as was Mrs. R――l about her. Instead of her, pray send over a barrel of rice or two, directed to Mr. T―― C――a, in Winchester-street, near Moorfields. Pray inform Mr. H――m, that I hope to send him some pleasing particulars by the next ship. I have much to say, but have scarcely a moment left to send you my hearty thanks and blessing, and subscribe myself, my very dear friend,

Ever yours, &c. in the glorious Emmanuel,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXXXIX.

To ――, at Sheerness.

London, January 18, 1766.

Dearly Beloved,

NOT want of love, but of leisure and health, hath occasioned you the trouble of writing a second letter. And now I am sorry to acquaint you, that it is not in my power to comply with your request. For want of more assistance, I am confined in town with the care of two important posts, when I am only fit to be put into some garrison among the invalids, to stand by an old gun or two. However, my former ambition still remains, and through the help of your prayers, who knows but this feeble arm may yet be strengthened to annoy the enemy? If others are blessed to do any execution, God forbid that I should hinder, though in all things they follow not with us. Let the Lord send by whom he will send. So that Christ is preached, and true evangelical holiness promoted, I rejoice, yea and will rejoice. God keep us all from flagging in the latter stages of our road! Lord Jesus, quicken my tardy pace! How little, my Lord and my God, have I done for thee, who hast done and suffered so much for ill and hell-deserving me! Brethren, pray for us. Ere long we shall meet

Where sin and strife and sorrow cease,

And all is calm and joy and peace.

He is faithful who hath promised, who also will do it. Amen! Hallelujah! To his never-failing mercy do I commend you, as being, for his great name’s sake, dearly beloved,

Your affectionate friend and willing servant,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXL.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Bristol, March 17, 1766.

My dear Mr. K――n,

THE uncertainty of my motions hath made me slow in writing, and a desire to be a while free from London cares, hath made me indifferent about frequent hearing from thence. In a day or two, I hope matters will be determined. If Mr. S――d comes, I have a mind to stay a little longer; and if dear Mr. Howell D―― will continue to officiate, I have a mind to visit Wales for him. Last Friday evening, and twice yesterday, I preached at Bath, to very thronged and brilliant auditories. I am told it was a very high day. The glory of the Lord filled the house. To-morrow, God willing, I return thither again. Mr. T――d is too ill to officiate. If any urgent business requires, be pleased to direct either to this place or Bath. Pray shew my wife this. I hope no news is good news. I trust that the holy Spirit is moving in Mr. ――’s family, both on the heads and the servants of it. Many do think old times are coming round again. Pray tell Mr. W――r, that I think the letters he hath sent need not go to Scotland as yet. I sent a packet thither last week. This I write in the midst of company. Lady H――n is mounting on her high places. I wished my two steady friends at Bath yesterday. Mr. S――t hath met with a great blessing. Pray, pray for us. All send due respects. Tuesday or Wednesday next I hope to write again to my wife. Cordial respects and love attend her, your whole self, dear Mr. H――y and sisters, Mr. Howell D――, and all that are so kind to enquire after and pray for, my dear Sir,

Theirs, yours, &c. &c. in our never-failing Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXLI.

To the Reverend Mr. G――.

London, April 25, 1766.

Reverend and very dear Sir,

NOT want of love, but of leisure and better health, hath prevented your hearing from me more frequently. I find I cannot do as I have done. But, through infinite, free, and sovereign mercy, I am enabled to ascend my gospel throne three or four times a week, and a glorious influence attends the word. People have indeed a hearing ear, but we want more preachers. I know the continual cry of your heart is, “Lord, let thy kingdom come.” The prospect of a large and effectual door opening among the heathen, blessed be God, is very promising. Mr. Occum, the Indian preacher, is a settled humble christian. The good and great, with a multitude of a lower degree, heard him preach last week at Tottenham-Court chapel, and felt much of the power and presence of our common Lord. Mr. R――n hath preached, and collected a hundred pounds, and I believe seven or eight hundred pounds more are subscribed. The truly noble Lord D――h espouses the cause most heartily, and his Majesty is become a contributor. The King of kings and Lord of all lords will bless them for it. O what an honour to be permitted to do or suffer any thing for Jesus of Nazareth! Indeed and indeed, I want to begin to begin: for hitherto, alas! I have done nothing.

Whene’er you see a barren tree,

Then, O my friend, pray think of me.

Lord Jesus, make me willing to be made willing that thou shouldst dig and dung around me, that I may at length bring forth some fruit unto thee. However it may be with unprofitable, ill, and hell-deserving me, I trust your whole self and all my other dear G―― friends are so grown as to become tall cedars in the spiritual Lebanon. I pray for, though I cannot write to them. Hearty, special love attend my dear host, and his yoke-fellow. If possible they shall hear from me soon. I hope all is well at Cambuslang. Blessed be God, all will be well in heaven. Yet a little while and we shall enter into perfect rest. He that cometh will come, and will not tarry.

We soon shall hear th’ archangel’s voice;

The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice!

I will not interrupt you. You want to say, Amen! Hallelujah! I only add, when upon the mount, put in a word for an old friend, who retains his old name, the chief of sinners, less than the least of all saints, but for Jesus Christ’s sake, reverend and very dear Sir,

Your willing servant,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXLII.

To W―― P――, Esq.

Tottenham-Court, May 15, 1766.

THOUGH at present in almost a breathless state, by preaching for the best of Masters last night, yet a weak worm hopes to be strengthened to give the holy sacrament at seven next Sunday morning, and, if able, to preach afterwards at ten. If good Mr. R―― and Lady will come at near seven to the chapel house, they shall be conducted to a proper place. I wish them a Pentecost, not only on Whitsunday, but every day, every hour, and every moment of their lives. Our privilege, as christians, is not to be afraid of, but looking towards, and waiting for the coming of the Son of God. He expects that our lamps should be trimmed, our loins girded, and our lamps burning. There is oil enough in him, our glorious Aaron, to keep them so. It runs to the very skirts of his garments, even to the least member of his mystical body, and therefore to the heart and soul of, dear happy pair,

Your most willing servant for Jesus Christ’s sake,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXLIII.

To W―― P――, Esq.

Tottenham-Court, June 2, 1766.

WHAT a mercy, that God’s elect, knit by the blessed Spirit, (that common centre of unity) in one communion and fellowship, can, though absent, be present with each other on earth! What an infinitely greater mercy, that they are assured they shall meet never to part again in heaven! This may reconcile them to all interruptions of mutual concern here below. My cloud seems to point towards Bristol and Bath; yours towards Brighthelmstone. All travelling the same road, all engaged in the same errand. How glad will the truly noble Countess be of the intended visit! How will the hearts both of the visited and visitors be made to burn within them! She meets with that, which all fond fathers and apostolic mothers in Israel must meet with; I mean, rebuffs from her spiritual children. That monstrous doctrine of sinless perfection, for a while turns some of its deluded votaries into temporary monsters. Happy they who strive to be holy as he who hath called them is holy, and yet are continually going out of themselves, and relying only on the glorious, compleat, imputed righteousness of Jesus Christ. This hath a certain happy pair learned, and received Christ. Thus may they be helped continually to walk in him! They will, they will. The meek, the humble, hungering and thirsty soul will he guide in his ways. But what am I doing? writing a parting letter? The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace. So wishes, so prays, dear honoured and happy pair,

Yours, &c. &c. &c. in an unchangeable Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXLIV.

To Mr. H――y.

Bath, June 12, 1766.

LAST night we lay at the Devizes. This morning we breakfasted at Shaw-House, near Melksom, with Mr. C――n. In my way hither, I called upon Mrs. E――n. Her account of Miss Winter’s decease, was by no means unpleasant. She was taken suddenly, and though speechless, continued to smile upon all in a very remarkable manner, till the last gasp, which was with much struggle. Mr. P――s is left executor of the will. Being weary with riding, I think to stay here till after Sunday morning’s sermon, and then shall set off for Bristol. The horse turns out exceeding well in every respect. I hope you, my dear Sir, got safe to London. That you and all your dear relations, and all dear friends in town, may, in the glorious Emmanuel’s due time, arrive triumphant in heaven, earnestly prays, my very dear Sir,

Yours, &c. &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXLV.

To Mr. K――n.

Cottam, near Bristol, June 19, 1766.

My dear Friend,

HERE I am, in a large vacant country house, where Mrs. Wollaston was last Summer. She hath got the start of me; but my turn must come by and by. As my feverish heat continues, and the weather is too wet to travel, I have complied with the advice of friends, and have commenced an hot-well water drinker twice a day. However, twice this week, at six in the morning, I have been enabled to call thirsty souls to come and drink of the water of life freely. To-morrow evening, God willing, the call is to be repeated, and again on Sunday. By that time, perhaps, the cloud may point to some particular corner. Dear Mr. H――y shall know in due time. Good seasons at Bath. Good seasons here. Large auditories. Grace! grace! I hope that my wife, and yours, and all dear friends, are well. Cordial love awaits them and dear Mr. E――s, and all who are so kind as to enquire after, and pray for, my dear friend,

Yours, &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXLVI.

To W―― P――, Esq.

London, November 1, 1766.

Happy Heirs of the Grace of Life,

BY your giving young Mr. R―― H―― hints about a proper direction, I have inferred, that a line, though from one who is less than the least of all, would not be altogether unacceptable. I am sure my poor prayers are continually ascending to the throne of grace in your behalf. I want to have you great, yea very great in the kingdom of heaven. Have you not found, by your heart’s being warmed with the conversation of gospel ministers, that your heaven is begun on earth? Dear Mr. F――er is become a scandalous Tottenham-Court preacher. I trust he will come down into your parts, baptized with the Holy Ghost as with fire. Dear Mr. R――n hath been much owned in good Lady H――n’s chapel. Ill and hell-deserving I, am to go thither next week. Dear Mr. M――n is detained at Aldwinckle, by his children having the small-pox in town. The shout of a king is yet heard in the Methodist camp. The glorious cry, “What shall I do to be saved,” is frequently sounding in our ears. Had we more reproach, and were we more scandalous, more good would be done. Several promise well. Some say shibboleth with a good grace, and very proper accent; others, as yet, can only say sibboleth: but I have heard of one who can teach the tongue of the stammerer to speak plain. Good Lady H――n is an excellent school mistress in this way. The writer of the letter on the other side, seems to be an apt scholar. The person referred to, keeps house where dear Mr. S――t constantly expounds. He is in a consumption. What a mercy that such a confessor should be sent to prison! I want all the followers of the Lamb in general, and a certain gospel happy pair in particular, to grow higher and richer every day towards God. Time is short; eternity is endless; the Judge and judgment are at the door.

We soon shall hear th’ archangel’s voice;

The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice!

Amen! Hallelujah!

But I must have done. A dear company of ministerial cast-outs are coming to breakfast under my despised roof. It stinks too much for worldlings. If you would be so good as to let dear Mr. Hill see the Oxonian letter, it may be of service. Next Tuesday, God willing, I shall read an account of his servant’s death. May the last end of every christian master be like his! But I cannot die: cold bathing, and cool weather, brace up my tottering tabernacle. I hope that both to whom I am writing, enjoy thriving souls in healthy bodies. That they may increase with all the increase of God, earnestly prays,

Their, &c. &c. &c. in a once crucified, but now exalted Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXLVII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Bath, November 12, 1766.

My dear Friend,

THROUGH mercy I slept at Mr. C――’s, as proposed, but have been low ever since my coming here. Bath air, I believe, will never agree with me long. However, if good is done, all will be well. They tell me, that Sunday and last night were seasons of power. Some we trust were made willing. I hope you enjoy much of God in town. Surely London is the Jerusalem of England. Happy they who know the day of their visitation! Mr. Whitaker writes me word, that he is to be at Exeter the 18th instant: but I have no heart to draw with, or act for him, till the trust is settled in a proper manner. Besides, I see no opening here: and Mr. S――t writes me word, that the door is shut at Oxford. As I am so poorly, I question whether I shall go to Bristol at all. God help us to look up, and look out, and our path will be made plain before us. Remember me to all at Tabernacle, &c. &c. I hope to write to Mr. F――r to-morrow or next day, and also to Mr. H――y. I am just now obliged to go out, and have only time to entreat the continuance of your prayers in behalf of, my dear friend,

Yours, &c. in an unchangeable Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXLVIII.

To the Same.

Bath, November 20, 1766.

My dear Friend,

ON Tuesday evening I preached at Bristol to a very crouded auditory, though the weather was very foul. Last night I administered the sacrament there also. We used near eight bottles of wine. I trust some tasted of the new wine of the kingdom. This morning, upon my arrival here, your kind letter gave me great comfort. I want just one week more to settle Bristol affairs; and have, therefore, written to dear Mr. J――e to stay two or three weeks at London: Mr. D――s, who they say is expected here next week, may then officiate for that space of time at Bath, and at Mr. J――e’s leaving London, may go up to town. Satan hath had leave to give Captain J――s a fine parting blow. Mr. C―― may be dismissed immediately; and I beg that Captain J――s would go through with the Tabernacle work, and stick to it with his whole heart. I hear nothing as yet of the Americans. Letters may be reserved till my return. I hope at farthest to be in London by next Tuesday se’nnight, and to preach at Tabernacle the following evening. I was afraid my wife would get cold by her late excursions, as at other times she is so confined. My hearty love awaits you all. Be pleased to shew her this. I am afraid that in my next to her, she will hear of the death of J―― S――. He is now ill of the present dangerous fever. O for a heart broken with a sense of sin! Then shall we look to Him whom we have pierced, and mourn. May this be our habitual frame! God bless you all.

Ever yours, &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXLIX.

To the Same.

Bristol, November 23, 1766.

Dear Sir,

SUCH a numerous brilliant assembly of the mighty and noble, I never saw attend before at Bath. Every thing is so promising, that I was constrained to give notice of preaching next Sunday. I hope the Redeemer will give us a blessed sabbath. I trust already the arm of the Lord hath been revealed. Congregations have been very large and very solemn. O what Bethels hath Jesus given to us! We were filled as with new wine! O that God would make my way into every town in England! Methinks I long to break up fresh ground, and to begin to begin to do something for Jesus. I am just come here weary, but am going to speak a few words. This prevents my enlarging; but I could not refrain writing to one I so dearly love, and to whom I am so greatly obliged. God bless you! God bless you and yours! Accept most unfeigned love and acknowledgments, and still add to my innumerable obligations, by praying for, my very dear Sir,

Yours, &c. in our glorious Head,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCL.

To W―― P――, Esq.

At my Tottenham-Court Bethel, Six in the Morning, December 30, 1766.

My very dear Sir,

THE Christmas holiday season hath prevented my sending an immediate answer to your last kind letter. The order therein given shall be readily complied with, and the love therein expressed, returned, by praying for the writer’s whole self, and the honourable, christian, and ministerial circle with which they are at present happily surrounded with, four Methodist parsons. Honourable title! so long as attended with the cross. When fashionable, (and blessed be God there is not much danger of that) we will drop it. Four Methodist parsons! enough (when Jesus says, Loose them and let them go) to set a whole kingdom on fire for God. I wish them prosperity in the name of the Lord. I pre sequar etsi non passibus æquis. Fy upon me, fy upon me, fifty-two years old last Saturday; and yet, O loving, ever-loving, altogether lovely Jesus, how little, yea how very little have I done and suffered for thee! Indeed and indeed, my dear and honoured friends, I am ashamed of myself: I blush and am confounded. To-morrow, God willing, and Thursday also, with many hundreds more, I intend to take the sacrament upon it, that I will begin to begin to be a christian. Though I long to go to heaven to see my glorious Master, what a poor figure shall I make among the saints, confessors, and martyrs, that surround his throne, without some deeper signatures of his divine impress, without more fears of christian honour. Our truly noble mother in Israel, is come to London full of them. Crescit sub pondere virtus. She is come out of her cell, with her face shining again. Happy they who have the honour of her acquaintance! Highly honoured are those ministers, who have the honour of preaching for and serving her. Good and honest and dearly beloved Sir C――s, and all your happy circle, male and female, I am persuaded are of my mind. O this single eye, this disinterested spirit, this freedom from worldly hopes and worldly fears, this flaming zeal, this daring to be singularly good, this holy laudable ambition to lead the van; O it is, what? an heaven upon earth! O for a plerophory of faith! To be filled with the Holy Ghost. This is the grand point. God be praised that you have it in view! All our lukewarmness, all our timidity, all our backwardness to do good, to spend and be spent for God, is all owing to our want of more of that faith, which is the inward, heart-felt, self-evident demonstration of things not seen. But whither am I going? Pardon me, good Sir: I keep you from better company. Praying that all (if you live to be fifty-two) may not be such dwarfs in the divine life as I am, I hasten to subscribe myself, most honoured friends,

Yours, &c. &c. &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLI.

To Mr. and Mrs. D――n.

London, March 4, 1767.

My very dear Friends,

THANK God that you have been so providentially detained on your side the water. Indeed you would find it hard to live here. I would fain have you see Bethesda put on its college dress. That hour, I humbly hope, is now not very far off. What if we should have one more interview here below? Happy Mrs. S――k, that is fled to her mansions above. Blessed be God, that there are mansions prepared for us also!

O glorious King,

Us thither bring

To see thy face.

He will, he will, he will. He is faithful who hath promised; he also will do it. May faith and patience have their perfect work! Adieu, for the present. My feeble hands are full of work. The shout of the King of kings is yet amongst us, and hath been all the last Winter. Grace! grace! To this almighty, never-failing grace, I most humbly commit you; and with repeated thanks for your steady, disinterested services, beg leave to subscribe myself, my very dear friends,

Ever yours, &c. &c. in Jesus of Nazareth,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Norwich, April 11, 1767.

My dear Friend,

STILL I serve a God whose mercy endureth for ever. Mr. D――n received us most gladly. As sweet a gospel excursion as at any time. The Cambridge interview, I trust, was of God. I met, within three miles of Norwich, with another clergyman of the establishment, who promises well. He heard me last night. It was a night of power: a large congregation. It will be too large, I fear, to-morrow, though the place will hold some thousands. I expect to preach twice in my way to town, which I hope to reach by Thursday evening. But I fear my Spring and Summer inward fever is returning. If so, my large intended plan of operations will be much contracted. But future things belong to Him who orders all things well. Remember me before his throne. Salute dear Mr. H――y, D――s, and E――s (if come to town) and all enquiring friends, and accept the same for your whole self, from, my dear friend,

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

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLIII.

To the Same.

Rodborough, May 13, 1767.

My dear Friend,

MY new horse failed the first night; but, through mercy, we got here yesterday about seven in the evening. I was regaled with the company of some simple-hearted, first-rate old Methodists, of near thirty years standing. God willing, I am to preach to-morrow morning, and to have a general sacrament on Friday evening. Perhaps I may move after Sunday towards Wales; but must be obliged, I fear, to take post-horses. I care not, so that I can ride post to heaven. Hearty love to all that are posting thither, hoping myself to arrive first. This tabernacle often groans under the weight of my feeble labours. O when shall I be uncloathed! When, O my God, shall I be cloathed upon! But I am a coward, and want to be housed before the storm. It is nearer and nearer. Happy they who have fled to Christ for refuge! I could enlarge, but have only time to send you my most unfeigned thanks and most cordial love, as being, my very dear Sir,

Yours, &c. in our glorious Head,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLIV.

To Mrs. M――h.

Gloucester, May 20, 1767.

Dear Mrs. M――h,

AND is the right hand at last cut off? How long, how painful the operation! How aukward, how uneasy ♦to be without it! But hush, nature: it is the Lord’s doing. His own right arm shall bring salvation; his presence shall alleviate the pain. Perhaps the loss of the hand, even of such a right hand, may, through the powerful influences of the blessed Spirit, give strength to their feet, and quicken them in their motion heavenward. The right hand of the Lord can, and I trust will bring this mighty thing to pass. Only say, “Abba, Father, be it unto me even as thou wilt;” the answer will be, “This is my will, even thy sanctification.” But,

Wheels encircling wheels must run,

Each in course to bring it on.

Want of time forbids enlarging. I hope your daughter will be now a wise virgin indeed. We have had good seasons at Rodborough. I have been out twice in the fields. Lady H――n hath been wonderfully delighted. She and her company lay at Rodborough house. Dear Mr. A――s is going to be married to a good christian nurse. He is sickly in body, but healthy in soul. That you may enjoy a thriving soul in a healthy body, earnestly prays, dear Mrs. M――h,

Your sympathizing friend and servant for Christ’s sake,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLV.

To Mr. and Mrs. S――n.

Gloucester, May 21, 1767.

My very dear Friends,

SURELY your many favours demand a speedy return of thanks. They are all put down in his book, who is not so unrighteous as to forget any work of faith, or labour that proceedeth of love. This is the principle from which, I am persuaded, you act: and a blessed principle it is. It comes from above, and leads to above. Had I more of this, and bodily strength proportionable, how would I wing my way! How would I preach for my God! How would I

Strive to sing as loud as they,

Who shine above in brighter day!

Blessed be God, we have reason to praise him whose mercy endureth for ever. I have preached twice in the open air: thousands and thousands attended. I am going to preach here this morning in my native city. On Sunday I hope to take to Rodborough wood again. Good Lady H――n, &c. were wonderfully delighted. They honoured dear Mr. A――s’s house with their presence. He is but poorly, and wants a nurse. Perhaps before next Sunday he may be married to a simple-hearted, plain, good creature, that hath waited upon him and the preachers near twenty years. She hath no fortune, but is one who, I think, will take care of, and be obedient to him for Christ’s sake. You may let Betty W――d see the contents of this, upon condition that you with her cease not to pray for, my very dear friends,

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

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLVI.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Gloucester, May 25, 1767.

My dear Friend,

I AM just setting out in a post-chaise for Haverford-west; and have, therefore, drawn upon you in favour of Mr. ――, for twenty pounds. This is expensive. But it is for one, who hath promised not to send us a warfare on our own charges. We had a most blessed season yesterday. Thousands and thousands, I trust, heard, saw, and felt. Mr. Adams preached in the evening on, “The Lord is my portion, therefore will I trust in him.” A good text for a new-married man. I have advised him to preach next on these words, “The Lord’s portion is his people:” he is now here. I expected a line. Be pleased to direct to Haverford-west. I beseech you follow me with your prayers. O that the Lord may be my strength. O that he may quicken my tardy pace, and make me all alive for his glorious interest! I could enlarge, but must away. My tender love awaits you and yours. The Lord Jesus bless you, and fill you with all his fulness. Thus prays, my dear steady friend,

Yours in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLVII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Haverford-west, May 31, 1767.

My dear dear Friend,

YOUR spiritual mind medley was very agreeable. I could wish for a second dose, but know not what direction to give about sending it. My rout is not yet fixed. I am just come from my field throne. Thousands and thousands attended by eight in the morning. Life and light seemed to fly all around. On Tuesday, God willing, I am to preach at Woodstock; on Friday, at Pembroke; here again next Sunday by eight, and then for England. I wish dear Mr. H――y present, to see the people:—but,—and there are so many other buts in the way, that I would not press him. Mr. D――s is returned in safety. I hope Mr. B――dge will not miss of his expected preferment. Joab’s hand is in the G――h scheme. Rooms are not so lofty or large, prospects not so pleasant, bedsteads not so easy, in these parts, as in some places in or near London, but all good enough for young and old pilgrims that have got good breath. Tender love to all. Let all join in prayer for us. I have been pushing on dear sick Mr. D――s, to go out and preach six miles off. He is gone finely mounted, and I am persuaded will return in high spirits. Who knows, who knows but preaching may be our grand catholicon again? This is the good methodistical, thirty year old medicine. That you may live to see it revived, and tried a thousand and a thousand times over, is the hearty prayer of, my dear dear friend,

Ever yours, &c. &c. &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLVIII.

To Mr. and Mrs. D――n.

Haverford-west, June 1, 1767.

My very dear Friends,

YOU will be so kind as to shew all manner of Bethesda civilities to the bearer, Mr. Edward E――n. I trust, he hath been truly moved by the Holy Ghost, to enter into the ministry. With him I hoped to have sent the charter, or rather brought it; but the hour is not yet come. You will be glad to hear, that I have strength to preach in the fields. They are yet white ready unto harvest. Hoping to put forth the gospel sickle again in my beloved America, and wishing you all to increase with all the increase of God, with ten thousand thanks for all your works of faith, and labours of unfeigned love, I hasten to subscribe myself, my very dear friends,

Ever yours, &c. &c. &c. in the best bonds,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLIX.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Gloucester, June 10, 1767.

My very dear Friend,

BLESSED be God, I am got on this side the Welsh mountains! Blessed be God, I have been on the other side. What a scene last Sunday! What a cry for more of the bread of life! But I was quite worn down. Blessed be God, I am now better than could be expected. To-morrow evening, God willing, my wife shall know what rout. I hope all are well. I expect dear Mr. H――y is gone, therefore I do not write to him. How it shall please the Lord to deal with me in my next remove, you shall hear. I count it my privilege to let you know all good news, because I know it puts gladness into your heart. It is food, it is physic, it is every thing to a soul that lives near to Jesus. O when shall I begin to live to Him, as I would! I want to be a flame of fire. I know, my very dear Sir, you will pray for me. I can never forget you or yours. I am, my very dear friend,

Yours most affectionately in our glorious Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLX.

London, July 21, 1767.

My dear Sir,

I HOPE, ere this comes to hand, you will have taken your second degree. A good degree indeed: to be a preacher, a young preacher, a mobbed, perhaps a stoned preacher—O what an honour! How many prayers will you get when I read your letter at Tabernacle; and the prayers of so many dear children of God will do you no hurt, I assure you. When we are fighting with Amalek below, it is good to have a Joshua praying for us above. Jesus is our Joshua, Jesus is our intercessor; he liveth, he ever liveth to make intercession, especially for his young soldiers. Yonder, yonder he sits: whilst praying he reaches out a crown: at this distance you may see written in capital letters, Vincenti dabo. All a gift, a free gift, though purchased by his precious blood. Tell churchmen, tell meetingers, tell the wounded, tell all of this: tell them when you are young; you may not live to be old: tell them whilst you are an under graduate; you may be dead, buried, glorified, before you take a college degree: tell those who would have you spare yourself, that time is short, that eternity is endless, that the Judge is before the door: but I can no more,—the thought overwhelms: but with what? with joy, joy unspeakable and full of glory. Good night! I long to hear particulars from ――. If you send me word that young ―― is there, I will answer his letter that hath lain by me some time. My poor prayers await you all. God bless you! God bless you!

Yours, &c. &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXI.

London, August 6, 1767.

My dear Sir,

IT is late; but I must answer your request. The inclosed made me pity, smile, and rejoice: smile at the writer’s worn-out sarcasms, pity his ignorance, and rejoice that you are thus called to be a martyr, a living martyr for our common Lord. Fear not, only go forwards; you know Jesus, and by preaching will know more. To him that hath shall be given.

For this let men despise your name,

You’ll shun no cross, you’ll fear no shame.

All hail reproach!

If you write with all deference, let him know that Jesus hath revealed himself not only to you by his word, but in you by his spirit: that you look upon those whom he is pleased to term deluded and fanatics, as the excellent ones upon the earth; and that you choose rather to suffer reproach with them, than to enjoy all the pleasures of sense, and all the preferments in the world. But why do I dictate? I trust you to the teachings of that Jesus who hath said, “It shall be given you in that hour what you shall say.” Where doth this ―― live? What is the ―― he mentions? God grant it may be a nursery for what he calls fanatics so long as one stone is left upon another. One letter more I imagine will rid you of further trouble from this quarter; expect then attacks from another: but look to Jesus; he will make you more than conqueror. I thank thee, holy Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and revealed them unto babes. Even so, Father, for so it seemeth good in thy sight. Why me, Lord? why me? A sense of this distinguishing love will make you laugh at all that men or devils can say of or do unto you. Good night. I must away and pray for you. To-morrow Mr. ――, &c. breakfast with me. God bless you! Be of good courage: give no way, no not for a moment.

Ever yours, &c. &c. in an almighty Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXII.

To Mr. A――s.

London, August 14, 1767.

My very dear Tommy,

I AM sorry to hear you have been sick. This hath been my case. Blessed be God, I am better. Who knows but I may be strengthened to take a trip to Scotland. This itch after itinerating, I hope will never be cured till we come to heaven. Though laymen occupy both the pulpits, at Tottenham-Court chapel and tabernacle, congregations increase. “Not by might or by power, but by my spirit, saith the Lord.” No weapon formed against Sion, shall or can prosper. Our Thursday morning six o’clock tabernacle lecture is crouded. I am looking for, and putting together old letters. Have you any dated January or February 1743? Could you send to Mr. E――s of Ebly, and enquire how Mrs. L――e may be directed to? Her husband had many letters from me. How are dear Mrs. R――ts, and Mrs. A――re? I never forget them in the midst of all my loves. I hope you are surrounded with warm friends, a most kind and affectionate nurse, and what is all in all, an infinitely compassionate never-failing Jesus. To his unchangeable love I most earnestly commend your whole self, and all dear never to be forgotten friends. How is poor Mr. C――e? What an hospital is the church! Blessed be God, there are no incurables in it however. Ere long, we shall be where the inhabitants shall no more say, “I am sick.” Hallelujah. I am, my very dear Tommy,

Yours, &c. &c. &c. in Him,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXIII.

London, August 26, 1767.

My dear Sir,

MR. ―― hath just now been with me, and shewed me your letter, expecting also a sight of mine. But my letters are brought late, and to-morrow I go to preach at Lady F――y S――y’s. I therefore, though quite ill, must send you a few lines now. Go to Jesus; learn to pray of the threatened apostles, viz. “And now, Lord, behold their threatenings, &c. &c.” I am afraid they will only threaten. If an expulsion should be permitted, it will take place, I believe, only for a little time, and soon be repented of. Thousands of prayers were put up for you last Monday, at tabernacle letter-day. The verses were these:

Give him thy strength, O God of pow’r,

Then let men rage and devils roar;

Thy faithful witness he shall be;

’Tis fix’d, he can do all through Thee.

Adieu.—

Ever yours, &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXIV.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Leeds, September 11, 1767.

My very dear Friend,

THROUGH the tender mercies of our God, we arrived here last night about six o’clock. In the way, I was enabled to preach both at Northampton and Sheffield. Good seasons! The Americans were gone the day before I arrived at the last place; I missed them by coming through Chesterfield instead of Mansfield. All for the best. God willing, I stay here over Sunday; perhaps longer. I have seen Mr. T―― G――; he seems poorly. Happy they who work for Jesus while it is day! The night of sickness cometh, when no man can work. Lord, help me to begin to begin! I have seen but few yet, having desired that no company might come the last night; by that means I got a little rest, and have now time to write these few lines. O for heaven! Come Lord Jesus, come quickly! In my next you will know where to direct. In the mean while, be pleased to remember me to all at tabernacle, and all enquiring friends, and accept of love unfeigned, from, my dear old steady friend,

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

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXV.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Newcastle, September 20, 1767.

My dear very dear Friend,

PREACHING and travelling prevent writing. Through unmerited mercy, I am well. Upon the maturest deliberation, after earnest prayer, and for several peculiar reasons, which you shall know hereafter, I decline going to Scotland this fall. I have now a blessed methodist field street-preaching plan before me. This afternoon in the Castle-Garth, to-morrow for Sunderland, next day at Mr. R――’s mother’s door, then to Yarm, &c. &c. You may venture to direct for me at Mr. William Shent’s, peruke-maker, at Leeds, though I hope to find a letter when I come there, and to hear all is well. But send me no bad news, unless absolutely necessary. Let me enjoy myself in my delightful itineracy. It is good, both for my body and soul. I have been enabled to preach in the street, at several places, and hope to go to Gesborough, Whitby, Scarborough, New Malton, York, Leeds, Liverpool, Chester, Manchester, &c. &c. You shall know particulars as we go on. Do not forget the society sermon. If it could be deferred till the beginning of November, I might preach. If not, drop it. Tender love to all friends. Golden seasons, golden seasons! Grace, grace! I hope to write to the tabernacle next post. Cease not to pray for,

Ever yours, &c. &c. in Christ,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXVI.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Thirsk, September 28, 1767.

My dear Friend,

NEVER was I so long a stranger to London affairs before. But being detained here, by the persuasion of friends, an express is gone to fetch what letters may have been sent to Leeds. I want to know the determination about the society sermon, and what part of the paragraph is true, about the commitment of several persons for a certain robbery. I hope that death will not be the consequence to any of the criminals. Father, convict and convert them, for thy infinite mercy’s sake! I should be glad to ramble till their trial was over. I trust there will be no necessity of my appearing in person. To-morrow, God willing, as he earnestly desires to see me, I go to Doctor C――’s. Where the next remove will be, I know not. Be pleased to direct to Leeds. My body feels much fatigue in travelling; comforts in the soul over-balance. Every stage, more and more convinces me, that old methodism is the thing. Hallelujah! Come Lord, come! Tender love to all. Is dear Mr. H――y come out of Wales? An answer to this, and every question, is requested by, my dear friend,

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

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXVII.

To Mr. and Mrs. S――n.

Leeds, September 30, 1767.

My dear Friends,

GRACE, mercy and peace, be multiplied upon you and yours, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Our Lord! Our God! Glorious words, glorious thought, glorious feeling, glorious experience! Enough to make us rejoice with joy unspeakable; even with a joy that is full of glory.

O glorious King,

Us thither bring,

To kiss thy feet.

O to be instrumental in bringing some with us! This excursion, I trust, will be over-ruled for that blessed purpose. I have been enabled to go forth into the highways and hedges, into the lanes and streets, of the towns and cities. Good old work, good old seasons! Help, help to praise Him, whose mercy endureth for ever! Get honest Betty W――d to join in putting up a word for her poor old master, but for Jesus Christ’s sake, my dear friends,

Yours, &c. &c. &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXVIII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Leeds, October 1, 1767.

My dear Friend,

YOUR letter to Mr. Shent reached me yesterday at Thirsk, and hastened me hither. That from A―― B――, I almost impatiently wait for. Blessed be God, that matters go on so well in town. It is the same to the Lord, to save by few as by many. Not by might or by power, but by his spirit, all things are to be brought about. By his divine permission, I purpose preaching the society sermon. It may be on the Wednesday or Thursday before the 31st of this month. I purpose being in town the 22d or 23d. But why should not the sermon be preached at tabernacle? Is not the feast to be kept at that end of the town? Are not the major part of the society dissenters? Is there not to be a collection? Excuse haste; my tender love to all. You may yet direct to Leeds. Captain Scot preaches this evening. Cease not to pray for one, who doth not deserve the rank of a common soldier in Christ’s army. His name is, “Less than the least of all,” but

Yours, &c. &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXIX.

To Mrs. H――.

Leeds, October 3, 1767.

My good Shunamite,

JUST as your letter came, I was taking pen in hand, to send you a few lines. What a mercy, when good news comes from town and country! And what news so good, as that of the word of the Lord Jesus running and being glorified? This hath been the case with the worthless, but willing pilgrim. Every where the sound of his blessed Master’s feet hath been heard behind him. Field and street preaching hath rather bettered, than hurt his bodily health. But as the weather begins to break, he must look towards winter quarters. This makes it impracticable for him to go to Madly. It is too far distant. May Jesus support the suffering martyr. He will, he will!

He knows what sore temptations mean,

For He hath felt the same.

I know this will find you a living martyr; a witness of the truths and life of Jesus; the only preparative for dying a martyr. That whether you live, you may live unto the Lord, or whether you die, you may die unto the Lord, is the earnest prayer of, dear Mrs. H――e,

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

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXX.

To Mr. W――y.

Huthersfield, October 6, 1767.

My dear Mr. W――y,

HOW is death scattering his arrows all around us! even into our houses. Perhaps, ere now, your dear yoke-fellow, as well as dear Mr. Langworthy, and Mr. Wright’s mother, are laid in the silent grave. Surely, the call to us is loud, yea very loud. Its language is quite articulate. “Watch and pray, for ye know not at what day or hour the Son of man cometh.” What is this world? nothing, less than nothing. What is the other world? An eternity; an eternity of endless misery or endless bliss. Lord Jesus, quicken our, at least my tardy pace! I see more and more, that we have no time to trifle, to be light, foolish, or worldly minded. A fever, a burning fever may come with a commission to burn up our bodies. It spares neither Duke nor Prince. Happy they, whom it finds burned up with the fever of divine love. That living and dying, this may be your happy lot and frame, is the hearty prayer of, dear Mr. W――y,

Your real friend and servant in the glorious Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXI.

To Mr. A――s.

London, October 12, 1767.

My very dear Tommy,

GOOD-morrow. This comes to enquire how you and yours do? I am just returned from my northern circuit. It hath been pleasant, and I trust profitable. Praise the Lord, O our souls! Every where the fields have been white ready unto harvest. I am become a downright street and field preacher. I wish the city, and want of riding, may not hurt me. No nestling, no nestling on this side Jordan. Heaven is the believer’s only resting place. There we shall not be disturbed. I do not know but Mr. Winter will get there soon. At present he is very ill. But he that bringeth down to the grave, can bring up again. You and I know this by repeated experience. But we shall not always put out to sea again and again. Hallelujah. Come Lord, come! How is Mr. C――m? Is he near the haven, or kept back by cross winds? Write me an answer to all the above interrogatories; especially to those concerning yourself. Tender love to all. Mr. Wright joins in sending cordial respects. Mr. J――s hath been much blessed here. That the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ may bless you and yours evermore, heartily prays, my very dear Tommy,

Ever yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Emmanuel,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXII.

London, October 23, 1767.

My dear Sir,

BY your brother Peter’s letter, the hour of expulsion is not yet come. Surely they will not be so imprudent, or act so contrary to the laws of English liberty. I long to know what statutes they say you have broken, what concessions have been made. Your diocesan will make a strict enquiry. I wish you could recollect all circumstances; the rise and progress of the present contest; with all the various pleadings, threats, conferences, pro and con. The issue of the trial you may leave to the Judge; he is always the injured prisoners friend. If confined to college, this will be a good exercise for you. You may lodge it in court, as a proof whether you understand to write plain English, or sound, practical, experimental divinity. This can do you no harm; it may do good. Do therefore set about it. I know one who will readily revile and correct, if necessary. The Lord Jesus be with your spirits! You see how I write, out of the fulness of my heart. Sick suffering soldiers must be attended. If ever so busy, for the sake of the glorious Captain of our salvation, you shall receive a line by way of answer from, my dear Sir,

Yours, &c. &c. &c.

G. W.

P. S. I shall send the original to your Fidus Achates, in ――, but I shall keep a copy. Who knows? Sauls may yet become Pauls.

LETTER MCCCLXXIII.

To Mr. A――s.

London, October 24, 1767.

My very dear Tommy,

WAS not Mrs. J――s very near her time, and her husband consequently thereby detained in town, you would herewith receive a mandamus to come up to court. The first vacancy you may depend upon. In the mean while, may the country all round about ring of, “Come to Jesus, come to Jesus.” Worthy Sir Charles H――m hath received a call indeed. He slept in Jesus about a fortnight ago, near the Spa, in Germany. Happy translation! We must follow by and by. Some ascend, some descend the heavenly ladder. All will, ere long, sit down with Him, who stands at the top to receive poor pilgrims. Hallelujah! Hosanna! Good morning to you and yours. Hearty love to all. I wish I knew where Mrs. R――s sojourns. I would send her an invitation, or wait upon her in person. Wait, wait; we shall certainly see the salvation of God. But Isaacs must be sacrificed, before they can be received from the dead. Thus faith is tried. Thus the believer is prepared for a “now know I that thou lovest me.” Adieu! I must away. My very dear Tommy,

Ever yours, &c. &c. in our Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXIV.

To Mr. C――.

London, October 24, 1767.

My dear Sir,

SUPPOSING you made this addition to the motto of your coat of arms, Nemo me impune lacessit? He that toucheth God’s people, toucheth the apple of God’s eye. That is a very tender part. I am glad your diocesan is expected soon. I have no suspicion of his beating a retreat. “To arms, to arms,” must be the watch word now. It was the constancy of the three children, (the three heroes) that confounded their enemies. The company of the Son of man is never so sweet, as when he walks with us in the fiery furnace, never so glorious, as when he is seen keeping his honest Daniels company in a den of lions. You have therefore your answers ready, “We are not careful about this matter; we will not bow down to the golden image which Nebuchadnezzar hath set up; the God whom we serve is able to deliver us.” If you do not like these examples, take Peter and John. Suppose dear ―― to be John, and ―― to be Peter. You know how the high-priests addressed them, you know their answer. By their answer, by their boldness, they took notice that they had been with Jesus. Nothing, nothing can stand before an honest truly Israelitish heart. But this is enough for a sick-bed lecture. I would only add, that those who endeavour to entangle Christ’s followers in their talk, will in the end be entangled themselves. Good-morning to you all. Remember the watch word. Stand out your full time in guard-hours, send word at about what distance the enemy keeps, or how near he approaches, or what further feint attacks he makes, and, God willing, you shall hear again from,

Yours, &c. &c. &c. in our Lord, God almighty,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXV.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Tottenham-Court, Saturday Morning, October 31, 1767.

My dear Friend,

I WISH some one hour could be fixed for the triumvirate, to meet once a week. Some business might then be done for both ends of the town. Regular dispatch is beautiful. What your hand findeth to do, do it with all your might, &c. I would settle every thing; perhaps I may be called suddenly, as well as ――. Transporting thought! Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly. I would reflect upon Wednesday with humility and gratitude¹. Lord, what am I? “Less than the least of all,” must be my motto still. I hope you have got the better of your pleasing fatigue. What an honour to do any thing for Jesus! in Him, I am, my dear friend,

Ever yours, &c. &c.

G. W.

¹ Referring to the sermon he preached at the tabernacle, to the Society for promoting Religious Knowledge among the Poor, on Wednesday, the 28th instant; the collection amounting to 105l. 13s. his friend he was writing to being one of the Stewards.

LETTER MCCCLXXVI.

To Mr. G――s.

London, November 14, 1767.

My dear Sir,

ALL know my mind. Go forward, I think is the royal word of command. We may then indeed have a red-sea to pass through. But the threatening waves shall become a wall on the right hand and on the left. I am ashamed to find so many silenced by mere Bruta Fulmina. But I have done. If you will be more particular about the uproar, or if at any time you have a mind to unburden your heart, and let me know how you go forward, as business permits, you shall hear from me. Nothing but want of time hath prevented my answering you before. You will receive it in love, and be as serviceable as you can to the bearer of this, who is a brother to the late seraphic H――y, and comes to settle his two sons, but is not fixed as to college or tutor. May they turn out two H――y’s! May you be a burning and shining light! No greater honour can be desired for you, by, my dear Sir,

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

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXVII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Tottenham-Court, November 27, 1767.

My dear Friend,

NONE but God knows what a concern lies upon me now, in respect to Bethesda. Friends can guess, and a little sympathize, and I thank them for it; but the Friend of sinners alone can shew what is to be done. At present, as to this particular, I walk in darkness, and have no light. In other respects, blessed be God, the light shines as at noon-day. Grace, grace! As another voyage perhaps may be the issue and result of all at last, I would beg you and my dear Mr. H――y to let me have my papers and letters, that I may revise and dispose of them in a proper manner. This can do no hurt, come life or come death, or whether I stay at home or go abroad. Thanks be to God for a disinterested spirit. Though in helping others we fetter ourselves, yet in the end all will be well. I wait for thy salvation O Lord! In Him, I am, my dear Sir,

Yours, &c. &c. &c. &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXVIII.

London, December 1, 1767.

Dear Sir,

QUANTUM mutatus ab illo! As you now do not suffer outwardly, I expect to hear that you suffer inwardly. Nothing else can preserve you this winter season, or prepare you for another spring. A spring, I trust, you will yet have. Then shall poor Sampson’s locks grow again, and he be revenged of the Philistines for the loss of his eyes. Surely you have been wrong advised. Exitus acta probat. If you chuse to have our correspondence continued, write your whole heart; it may help to unload it. I shall not upbraid; though I do not expect letters now will smell of the divine fire as formerly. Well, if they smell of the prison of humiliation, by and by they may regain their usual and more solid permanent fervor. But, facilis descensus Averni.—You meet like apostles now; but when they met between the time of their Lord’s death and resurrection, what trouble did they endure, for fear of the Jews? But be not discouraged. Continue instant in prayer. A risen, an ascended Jesus will yet appear in the midst of you, (though the doors of your hearts may be now shut) renew your commission, endue you with power from on high; and then, woe be to the Jewish sanhedrim. O think of this, ye little college of cast-outs! Do not deny him in any wise. You see I write to you out of the fulness of my heart. The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord lift up the light of his countenance upon you, and be gracious unto you; the Lord cause his face to shine upon you, and then, but not till then, will you have peace.

Yours, &c. &c.

G. W.

P. S. Dear Mr. ―― must hear from me next. God bring all your souls out of prison. Amen and amen.

LETTER MCCCLXXIX.

To the Hon. and Rev. Mr. S――y.

Bath, December 8, 1767.

Reverend and very dear Sir,

HOW glad was I to hear by the London Shunamite, that you and your Lady were well; that God had given you a son; that you reflected on your preaching at Tottenham-Court chapel with pleasure; that you had gotten a curate; and, to compleat all, that you intended to visit England next spring. This news rejoiced me before I left town, and was most grateful to our good Lady H――n, whom I have the honour of waiting upon at this time in Bath. She hath been sick, nigh unto death, but through mercy is now somewhat recovered, though as yet unable to write much. This her Ladyship much regrets on your account; and therefore enjoins me to inform your whole self, that your letter did not reach her hands till many weeks after the proper time; that ever since she hath been visited with lingering sickness, but begs you will not linger in coming over to our Macedonia to help us. The thought of it seems to refresh her heaven-born soul. Blessed be God, her Ladyship still takes the lead. She is now doing honour to the remains of the Earl of B――n, who sweetly slept in Jesus last week. His corpse lies deposited in her Ladyship’s chapel, and is not to be removed till next Friday morning. There have been public prayers and preaching twice every day. The noble relatives constantly attend, and all is more than solemn. Great numbers of all ranks croud to see and hear; I trust many will also feel. The deceased Earl died like the patriarch Jacob; he laid his hands on, and blessed his children, assured them of his personal interest in Jesus, called most gloriously on the Holy Ghost; cried, Happy! happy! as long as he could speak, and then—You know what followed. I know how you and yours will improve this imperfect account, and therefore hasten to subscribe myself, dear and honoured friends,

Yours, &c. &c. &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXX.

To Lady S―― S――.

Bath, December 9, 1767.

Honoured Madam,

ALL hath been awful, and more than awful. On Saturday evening, before the corpse was taken from B――n-House, a word of exhortation was given, and a hymn sung in the room where the corpse lay. The young Earl stood with his hands on the head of the coffin, the Countess Dowager on his right hand, Lady Ann and Lady Isabella on his left, and their brother Thomas next to their mother, with Miss O――n, Miss Wh――r, Miss G――e; on one side all domestics, with a few friends on the other. The word of exhortation was received with great solemnity, and most wept under the parting prayer. At ten the corpse was removed to good Lady H――n’s chapel, where it was deposited within a place railed in for that purpose, covered with black bays, and the usual funeral concomitants, except escutcheons. On Sunday morning, all attended in mourning at early sacrament. They were seated by themselves, at the feet of the corpse, and with their head servants, received first, and a particular address was made to them. Immediately after receiving, these verses were sung for them:

Our lives, our blood, we here present,

If for thy truths they may be spent:

Fulfil thy sovereign counsel, Lord;

Thy will be done, thy name ador’d.

Give them thy strength, O God of power,

Then let men rave or devils roar;

Thy faithful witnesses they’ll be;

’Tis fix’d, they can do all through Thee.

Then they received this blessing, “The Lord bless you and keep you, the Lord lift up the light of his countenance upon you, the Lord cause his face to shine upon you, and give you peace,” and so returned to their places. Sacrament ended (and a blessed sacrament it was) the Noble Mourners returned to good Lady H――n’s house, which was lent them for the day. At eleven, public service begun. The bereaved relations sat in order within, and the domestics around the outside of the rail. The chapel was more than crouded. Near three hundred tickets signed by the present Earl, were given out to the nobility and gentry, to be admitted. All was hush’d and solemn. Proper hymns were sung, and I preached on these words, “I heard a voice from heaven, saying unto me, write, blessed are the dead that die in the Lord.” Attention sat on every face, and deep and almost universal impressions were made. The like scene, and if possible more solemn, was exhibited in the evening, and I was enabled to preach a second time, and a like power attended the word as in the morning. Ever since, there hath been public service and preaching twice a day. This is to be continued till Friday morning, then all is to be removed to Bristol, in order to be shipped off for Scotland. The inscription on the coffin runs thus;

“His life was honourable,—his death blessed,—he sought earnestly peace with God,—he found it with unspeakable joy alone in the merits of Christ Jesus, witnessed by the holy Spirit to his soul,—he yet speaketh.—Go thou and do likewise.”

I have oftened wished for your Ladyship here. Congregations are very large, attentive, and deeply impressed. Surely the death of this noble Earl, thus improved, will prove the life of many. He had great foretastes of heaven, cried, “Come Holy Ghost;” he came, and filled him with joy unspeakable. Happy, happy, were his last dying words. All surviving relatives still feel the influence. They sit round the corpse attended by their domestics and supporters twice a day. Good Lady S――x gets fresh spirits. She loves your Ladyship dearly. I am called to attend, and therefore must hasten to acknowledge innumerable obligations, and to subscribe myself, honoured Madam,

Your Ladyship’s, &c. &c. &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXXI.

Bristol, December 12, 1767.

My dear Captain,

I HOPE this will find you rejoicing with trembling, on account of an additional careful comfort. Thus it must be in this mixed state of things. Yet a little while, and our joy will be permanent, uninterrupted, and without alloy. For five days together we have been attending at the house of mourning. Many, I trust, were obliged to say, “How dreadful is this place.” Such a like scene, I never expect to see opened again on this side eternity. All is quiet, I trust, with you. But if diamond hath been cutting diamond, it will only be suitable to a church militant here on earth. Blessed be God for an almighty Jesus! who can by these mutual cuttings prepare the jewels for their respective places in the intended crown. Ere long he will count them up. Not one shall be wanting. Cordial love to all. I purpose being in town Tuesday se’nnight in the evening. Brethren, pray for us. I shall make all easy at Kingswood before I leave Bristol. That you may shine with distinguished lustre above, earnestly prays, my dear Captain,

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

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXXII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Bristol, December 16, 1767.

My dear Friend,

WE have been favoured with golden seasons here. I have been enabled to preach thrice, and to administer the holy sacrament. Thousands went away on Sunday, because they could not come in. The word hath been attended with great power. Grace! grace! What a pity that we cannot stay a week or two longer! But I must away to Bath to preach to-morrow, and the next Lord’s-day. Shall write, God willing, to Mr. S――s by Saturday’s post, to tell Rose where to meet me with the chaise. We come in the two days post-coach. Mr. A――s is come hither to see me. I thought to have brought him up with me, but the coach was full. Is it true, that Mr. J――ss hath two careful comforts at once? I wish him much joy. Pray tell my wife, that I intend doing myself the pleasure of dining at Tabernacle-house next Wednesday. Ere long we shall sit down and eat bread in the kingdom of heaven. Hallelujah! hallelujah! Come, Lord, come. Hearty love to all. Continue to pray for, my dear friend,

Yours and dear Mr. H――y’s, &c. &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXXIII.

To the Reverend Mr. G――.

London, December 28, 1767.

Reverend and dear Sir,

WHY do you and I exchange letters so seldom? Perhaps it would be better to correspond more frequently. This brings you the good news of the triumphant death of the late Earl of B――n. He behaved like the patriarch Jacob, when by faith leaning upon his staff, he blessed his children. The Earl added, “Yea, and they shall be blessed.” “Had I strength of body, (cried the Earl) I would not be ashamed before men and angels to tell what the Lord Jesus hath done for my soul. Come, holy Ghost, come, holy Ghost; happy, happy, happy!” and then sweetly slept in Jesus. The present noble Earl, I believe, hath got the blessing indeed, and seems, upon the best evidence, to determine to know nothing but Jesus Christ, and him crucified. He hath behaved in the most delicate manner to the Countess, and other noble survivors. He stands here in town, against all opposition, like an impregnable rock; and I humbly hope will prove the Daniel of the age. He must be, nay he hath been already thrown into a den of lions; but he hath one with him, that stops the lions mouths. You will encourage all God’s people to pray for him. What if you wrote him a line? I am sure it will be taken kindly; for I know he honours and loves you much. You will communicate this to dear Mr. M――ch, who, I suppose, like me, is groaning, being burdened. I am now fifty-three years old. Did you ever hear of such a fifty-three years old barren fig-tree? So much digging, so much dunging, and yet so little fruit. God be merciful to me a sinner! A sinner—a sinner—a sinner. He is merciful; he is gracious: his mercy endureth for ever. He yet vouchsafes to bless my feeble labours. You would have been delighted to have seen the awful scene exhibited at Bath, whilst the late noble Earl lay in state. Two sermons every day; life and power attended the word; and I verily believe many dead souls were made to hear the voice of the Son of God. Since that we have been favoured with comfortable seasons in town. I hope you are blessed in Glasgow. Who knows but we may have one more interview in Spring? Whether we meet next on earth or in heaven, you will find that with great sincerity I subscribe myself, reverend and very dear Sir,

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

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXXIV.

To Mr. W――b.

London, February 4, 1768.

My dear Sir,

WHO would but converse when together, like persons that may never meet again till launched into an endless eternity. I hope this was in some measure our case, when we dined lately at Mr. H――t’s. One of the company, I find, is gone, and I trust to eat bread in the kingdom of heaven.

She is happy now, and we

Soon her happiness shall see.

In the midst of all your sorrow for the loss of so near and dear a relation, methinks such a consideration may make you cry out, Hallelujah! Amen! Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly. Blessed be God, our turn will come by and by. Be ye also ready, is the loud call of the present afflictive providence. That it may be duly heard, and practically applied, is the hearty prayer of

Your sympathizing friend, and servant in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXXV.

To Mr. D――n.

London, April 6, 1768.

My very dear Friends,

IF you choose it, you may now be released; but the aspect of affairs at home, is by no means promising. Many, many think of going abroad. However, you will be so kind as to see the bearers of this settled before you remove. Mr. C――ne, a worthy disinterested creature, is to be steward of the house: he is a particular heart-friend of Mr. W――t’s. Mr. W――t’s sister is an approved housekeeper, and the little female orphans are to be committed to her care. Mr. L――y hath had an university education, is a good writer and accomptant, hath been with me some time, and is to be a school-master. I long to know how poor Peter and Ephraim go on, and likewise his sister at Savannah. I and Mr. W――t hope to follow soon. But future things belong to Him who orders all things well. I believe; Lord, help my unbelief. His work prospers. That is all in all. Be pleased to have all accounts settled and audited, and take what you please for your passage, if determined to return. But—but—God keep you, through too fond affection, from taking a false step! My heart is full. If you come away, and Mr. S――k also goes away, I would have a letter of attorney given to Mr. C――ne. But it would be well if I could hear from you first. God direct and bless you all. I can only commend you to God and the word of his grace, and with ten thousand thanks for all your labours of love, subscribe myself, very dear friends,

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

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXXVI.

To Mr. J――ss.

London, May 17, 1768.

My dear Man,

GO forward, go forward, is the watch-word of the present day. Never mind the envious cry of elder brethren. Had they been harkened to, the prodigal must never have come home, nor Goliah’s head have been cut off. All temple builders, especially when called out to work in the field, must endure not only the contradictions of sinners, but the contradiction of saints also. Happy are they who are so deeply engaged in building, as not to have time to hearken to either. I long to come and lend an helping, though feeble hand. But Welch horses move slowly. If the Welch apostle comes, I purpose, in the Whitsun week, to make a short excursion into Sussex and Kent, and then for Bristol. Blessed be God, the shout of a king is heard in our camps! All your family is well. All will be more than well, when we come to our house in heaven. Let us march forward with palms of victory in our hands, crying, “Hallelujah! the Lord God omnipotent reigneth!” Tender love to all. I hope to answer Mrs. R――s person. The Lord Jesus be with your spirits! Cease not to pray for, my dear man,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXXVII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Edinburgh, June 15, 1768.

My dear Mr. K――n,

I HOPE this will find you and yours safe returned to London. I am glad to hear by dear Mr. H――, that you left your daughter better: may she be spared, not in judgment, but in mercy! Then all will be well: nay, at all events, you may be assured all shall work for good, because you love God. Glorious assurance this! Thanks be to God for this unspeakable gift. Thanks be to his great name, for ordering my steps this way. You would be delighted to see our Orphan-house park assemblies; as large, attentive, and affectionate as ever. Twenty-seven year old friends and spiritual children, remember the days of old; they are seeking after their first love, and there seems to be a stirring among the dry bones. I cannot yet tell when I shall move. Probably within this fortnight. I must away to my throne. Love to all at Tabernacle, and to all that are so kind as to enquire after,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXXVIII.

To Mr. A―― K――n.

Edinburgh, July 2, 1768.

My dear Timothy,

I AM much obliged to you for staying at London, till I return from Scotland. My journey hither was certainly of God. Could I preach ten times a day, thousands and thousands would attend. I have been confined for a few days, but on Monday or Tuesday next hope to mount my throne again. O to die there! Too great, too great an honour to be expected. My wife will see my letter to Mr. S――ks. I thank her for her kind letter just received. Pray tell Mr. K――n that no Indian money will be remitted to the London trust from hence. The interest of what is collected, which is near two thousand pounds, is to be sent, as occasion requires, to Mr. Wheelock and the Connecticut trust. Be pleased to send to Mr. Dilly, and desire him to forward by the first ship, fifty of my letters to the Archbishop, directed to Mr. Herdie at the custom-house, Leith. I am here only in danger of being hugged to death. Friends of all ranks seem heartier and more friendly than ever. All is of grace. Grace! grace! I thought to write you a long letter: but company forbids. I go on in my old way, without turning to the right hand or to the left. Providence says every day, “This is the way, walk in it.” Tender love to all, particularly to my dear wife. Next post she may expect to hear from,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCLXXXIX.

To the Reverend Mr. T――.

Edinburgh, July 4, 1768.

My dear Friend,

WHAT various interruptions do we meet with in this lower world! Sickness, preaching, and company, have prevented my answering your kind letter more speedily. I strive to stir and fly as formerly; but the earthly house of this tabernacle pulls me down.

Strange, that a harp of thousand strings,

Should keep in tune so long!

However, this is my comfort, the Redeemer still vouchsafes to smile upon my feeble efforts. In London the word runs and is glorified, and in Edinburgh, I trust, the prospect is promising. The fields are white ready unto harvest. Who knows but some wheat may be gathered into the heavenly garner? Many of my old friends are safely housed.