_To Lady H――――._
_Haverford-west, June 8, 1749._
_Honoured Madam_,
SINCE my coming into _Wales_, and leaving _Carmarthen_, the infinitely
great and infinitely condescending Redeemer has been pleased to ride on
in the chariot of the everlasting gospel. Congregations grow larger and
larger, and all the towns here about are quite open for the word of GOD.
Yesterday I preached very near _Pembroke_, to-day and next LORD’s day
I am to preach here, and to-morrow at _St. David’s_. Not a dog stirs a
tongue. The mayor and gentlemen at _Pembroke_ were very civil, and the
justices here are very fond of having me in _Haverford-west_. I wish I
had more time in these parts. The fields are indeed white, ready unto
harvest, and the young men bred up at _Carmarthen_ Academy were much
taken. The congregations consist of many thousands, and their behaviour
is very affecting. Indeed we have blessed seasons. O free grace! Here
is a dear young man, just ripe for orders. He has good parts, and hath
made some proficiency in the languages, is solid, and of some influence
in this town. He can get testimonials, and if ordained I believe would
be eminently useful in the church. I wish a way could be found out
for his admission: but I fear it is impracticable. However, I thought
it my duty just to hint it to your Ladyship. May the great Shepherd
and Bishop of souls find out means for sending him, and many more
like-minded, into his vineyard! But how is your Ladyship’s health? I
begin to be quite uneasy, because I have received no letter from my
brother. I despair of hearing now till _Tuesday_ sevennight, when I
hope to be at _Abergavenny_ again. In the mean while, my prayers are
always going to the throne of grace in behalf of your Ladyship, and
every branch of your noble family. That they may take root downwards,
and bear fruit upwards, is the ardent desire of, honoured Madam,
Your Ladyship’s most dutiful, though unworthy servant,
_G. W._