_To Mr. H―――― H――――._
_Chelsea, Jan. 12, 1749._
_My dear Brother_,
I Can now send you but a few lines. Thanks be to GOD, that weeping
doth not hinder sowing. I think it is cruel to wish our little ones
back into this cold world again. Go on, JESUS will be better to you
and yours than seven daughters. I hope Mrs. _H――――_ joins with you in
saying, “it is well.” But a word or two in answer to the other part
of your letter. Cannot you be at _Gloucester_ the 24th of this month?
That would be abundantly more convenient for me than the 27th. I would
appoint our _English_ meeting at that time, and, GOD willing, would
go with you to _Builth_, and after that to the west. I am now here
waiting for Lord _B――――ke_, and some others, who are coming to hear
the glorious gospel. Lord _L――――_ is in town. Our good Lady is going
on, and every day increasing her reward in heaven. I have much to say
when we meet. When will you leave off being a spiritual rake? For the
present, adieu! Pray fail not being at _Gloucester_. In the mean while,
let us ply the throne of grace in behalf of each other, and do you pray
that an humble, child-like, obedient heart, may be given to, my very
dear fellow-soldier,
Yours, &c.
_G. W._