YOUR spiritual mind medley was very agreeable. I could wish for a second dose, but know not what direction to give about sending it. My rout is not yet fixed. I am just come from my field throne. Thousands and thousands attended by eight in the morning. Life and light seemed to fly all around. On Tuesday, God willing, I am to preach at Woodstock; on Friday, at Pembroke; here again next Sunday by eight, and then for England. I wish dear Mr. H——y present, to see the people:—but,—and there are so many other buts in the way, that I would not press him. Mr. D——s is returned in safety. I hope Mr. B——dge will not miss of his expected preferment. Joab’s hand is in the G——h scheme. Rooms are not so lofty or large, prospects not so pleasant, bedsteads not so easy, in these parts, as in some places in or near London, but all good enough for young and old pilgrims that have got good breath. Tender love to all. Let all join in prayer for us. I have been pushing on dear sick Mr. D——s, to go out and preach six miles off. He is gone finely mounted, and I am persuaded will return in high spirits. Who knows, who knows but preaching may be our grand catholicon again? This is the good methodistical, thirty year old medicine. That you may live to see it revived, and tried a thousand and a thousand times over, is the hearty prayer of, my dear dear friend,
Ever yours, &c. &c. &c.
G. W.
LETTER MCCCLVIII.
To Mr. and Mrs. D——n.
Haverford-west, June 1, 1767.
My very dear Friends,
YOU will be so kind as to shew all manner of Bethesda civilities to the bearer, Mr. Edward E——n. I trust, he hath been truly moved by the Holy Ghost, to enter into the ministry. With him I hoped to have sent the charter, or rather brought it; but the hour is not yet come. You will be glad to hear, that I have strength to preach in the fields. They are yet white ready unto harvest. Hoping to put forth the gospel sickle again in my beloved America, and wishing you all to increase with all the increase of God, with ten thousand thanks for all your works of faith, and labours of unfeigned love, I hasten to subscribe myself, my very dear friends,
Ever yours, &c. &c. &c. in the best bonds,