_To Lady H――――._
_Newcastle, August 13, 1753._
_Ever-honoured Madam_,
NOT want of respect, but leisure, hath prevented my writing to your
Ladyship. Since my last, I have been travelling and preaching twice
or thrice, and once five times a day. I cannot tell your Ladyship of
one thousandth part of what we have seen and felt. In _Scotland_ the
congregations were larger than ever. At _Glasgow_, the man who owned
the playhouse was made so uneasy by the word preached, that he took
down the roof himself. For this Satan owes me a grudge, and therefore
it is put in the paper, that a mob was raised. But there was not the
least appearance of any such thing. Our weapons are not carnal, but
mighty through GOD to the pulling down of Satan’s strong-holds. At
_Newcastle_ our LORD fills his people with new wine. Last night much
of heaven was let down into the congregation. I am now going into
the country, and am to return in the evening to preach. Thrice a day
is almost too much for this weak tabernacle, but in the LORD have I
righteousness and strength. Next week I am to be at _York_; the word
I find fastens. On _Sunday_ I hope to see Mr. _H――――_. Ere long I hope
to see our common LORD in glory. O that I may be one day lifted up from
the pulpit to the throne. Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit;
deal with me as seemeth good in thy sight! I doubt not but he deals
bountifully with your Ladyship; that you and yours may greatly increase
with all the increase of GOD, is the earnest prayer of, ever-honoured
Madam,
Your Ladyship’s most obliged, dutiful and ready servant,
_G. W._
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