My very dear Timothy,
YOU will deliver the enclosed. I am glad to write a few lines on such an occasion. God grant that the remaining dear single ones may be as well disposed of! I bless the Lord that you are enabled to preach at all. I often think of and sympathize with you. Lord, help me! What an impatient creature should I be, was I to be visited in that manner! But we know who hath promised, “that as our day is, so shall our strength be.” Mrs. Pearce is now out of the state of trial, and I am to bury one of the same name next Thursday. Both, I believe, are gone to heaven. Lord Jesus, when will my turn come? What can reconcile us to a longer stay on earth, but the prospect of seeing his kingdom advanced? It is very promising at London. Mr. M——n is a Boanerges. The chapel is made a Bethel. Blessed be God, all is paid. I hope to be with you in the Spring. Adieu. The Lord bless and comfort you! My wife is poorly, but joins in hearty love to your whole self, and all enquiring friends, with, my very dear man,
Yours, &c.
G. W.
LETTER MCXCIV.
To Miss G——, at Clifton.
London, February 3, 1758.
Dear Madam,
I WAS glad, after so long a silence, to receive a line from Clifton, where I find by report there is like to be a total revolution. Your two worthy friends I have neither seen nor heard from; and good Lady H——n I have not visited, because I believe her Ladyship desired to be entirely private. I suppose she will now be soon in town. God comfort her under all her trials, and sanctify new creature-partings and disappointments to your further proficiency, dear Madam, in the divine life. There is a needs-be for all this. God help you to sing,