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,