_To the Same._
_St. Gennis, Nov. 25, 1743._
_Dear Madam_,
GLAD I am that GOD inclined my heart to come hither. He hath been with
us of a truth. How did his stately steps appear in the sanctuary last
LORD’s-day? Many, many prayers were put up by the worthy Rector, and
others, for an out-pouring of GOD’s blessed spirit. They were answered.
Arrows of conviction fled so thick and so fast, and such an universal
weeping prevailed from one end of the congregation to the other, that
good Mr. _J――――_ could not help going from seat to seat to speak,
encourage, and comfort the wounded souls. The _Oxonian_’s father was
almost struck dumb; and the young _Oxonian_’s crest was so lowered,
that I believe he’ll never venture to preach an unknown CHRIST, or
deal in the false commerce of unfelt truths. I could enlarge, but I
must away to _Biddeford_, just to give satan another stroke, and bid
my christian friends farewel, and then return the way I came, namely
through _Exeter_, _Wellington_ and _Bristol_, to the great metropolis:
but journeying, and various other matters that lie before me, I expect
will prevent your hearing so frequently as usual, from
Yours, &c.
_G. W._