G. W.
LETTER DCCXXIV.
To Mr. H—— H——.
Chelsea, Jan. 12, 1749.
My dear Brother,
I Can now send you but a few lines. Thanks be to God, that weeping doth not hinder sowing. I think it is cruel to wish our little ones back into this cold world again. Go on, Jesus will be better to you and yours than seven daughters. I hope Mrs. H—— joins with you in saying, “it is well.” But a word or two in answer to the other part of your letter. Cannot you be at Gloucester the 24th of this month? That would be abundantly more convenient for me than the 27th. I would appoint our English meeting at that time, and, God willing, would go with you to Builth, and after that to the west. I am now here waiting for Lord B——ke, and some others, who are coming to hear the glorious gospel. Lord L—— is in town. Our good Lady is going on, and every day increasing her reward in heaven. I have much to say when we meet. When will you leave off being a spiritual rake? For the present, adieu! Pray fail not being at Gloucester. In the mean while, let us ply the throne of grace in behalf of each other, and do you pray that an humble, child-like, obedient heart, may be given to, my very dear fellow-soldier,
Yours, &c.
G. W.