_To Lady H――――n._
_London, February 9, 1753._
_Ever-honoured Madam_,
IT gives me pain, when any of your Ladyship’s letters lie by me
unanswered,――I would always write immediately if I could. For many
days I have been much engaged, but can now refrain no longer. Your
Ladyship’s letter was immediately forwarded to _Philadelphia_.――It will
be an acceptable present to the good old Governor. I wish Mr. _T――――_
may not make too great compliances,――but I fear instability is his weak
side. I have not heard from _South Audley Street_, since I wrote last
to your Ladyship.――The _Moravian_’s outward scheme, I am apt to believe
will soon be disconcerted. Strange! Why will GOD’s children build
_Babels_? Why will they flatter themselves, that GOD owns and approves
of them, because he suffers them to build high? In mercy to them, such
buildings, of whatever kind, must come down. I hope our new-intended
tabernacle is not of this nature. It would have pleased your Ladyship,
to have seen how willingly the people gave last LORD’s day. At seven in
the morning we collected fifty pounds, in the evening one hundred and
twenty-six pounds. Blessed be GOD, we have now near nine hundred pounds
in hand. He that hath begun, I trust will enable us to go on, and bring
out the top-stone, shouting Grace! Grace! Our LORD still continues to
work in our old despised place. I trust it hath been a _Bethel_ to many,
many souls. This your Ladyship knows may be any where. _Clifton_’s a
_Bethel_ when GOD is there. That your Ladyship may enjoy more and more
of the divine presence, and increase with all the increase of GOD, is
the continual prayer of, ever-honoured Madam,
Your Ladyship’s most dutiful, obliged,
and ready servant for CHRIST’s sake,
_G. W._