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.