WHEREVER I am, you and yours, you and your kindnesses, are always upon my heart. I think of them at my down-sitting and mine up-rising, and to refresh myself, must express my gratitude. Indeed I thank you both ten thousand times, and as a poor tribute, I send you word that the Lord of all Lords is pleased to smile upon, and bless my feeble labours. I was at Bristol four days, and preached nine times. To my great surprize, thousands (very near as many as attended at Moorfields) came out every evening to hear the word. A blessed influence attended it; and I have reason to believe much good was done. Old times seemed to be revived again. Praise the Lord, O my soul! The last evening it rained a little, but few moved. I was wet, and contracted a cold and hoarseness; but I trust, that preaching will cure me again. This is my grand Catholicon. O that I may drop and die in my blessed master’s work!
For this let men revile my name,
I’ll shun no cross, I’ll fear no shame;
All hail reproach, and welcome pain;
Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain.
I am now entering upon Wales. What success my Master gives me, you may hear some time hence. I beg your prayers, that I may be kept from robbing God of his glory, or of any more of my precious time. What said my dear Mr. S—— when I saw him last? What!—“You the biggest robber? No, no,—I am the man.” But thanks be to God, as you observed, “our judge is our advocate.” I thank you for the hint. The Lord give me to improve it! Farewell! I must soon away, to preach about eight miles off. We have had a comfortable meeting this morning. My tender love to dear Mrs. S—— and your little daughter; accept the same in the most endearing manner from me, who in the strongest terms that words can express, am, my very dear friend,
Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,
G. W.