_To Mr. B――――._
_London, December 17, 1753._
_Dear Mr. B――――_,
I AM sorry to find by your last, which came to hand on _Saturday_, that
the tumults in your parts still continue at such an height. I heartily
wish, that the kind and generous Justice who hath so laudably exerted
himself, may have courage to proceed in a due execution of the laws,
and I doubt not but the issue will be, that you will have peace. In the
mean while, may the Redeemer enable you and all concerned to possess
their souls in patience! I think the storm is too violent to hold
long. The death of dear Mr. _J―――― W――――_, if that should be the issue
of his present illness, I think is of a far more threatening nature.
At present, I hear he is somewhat better, but if his distemper be a
galloping consumption (as they say it is) there are but little hopes
of his surviving long. But all things are possible with GOD. O that
my tardy pace may be quickened, and my sluggish soul begin to be alive
to GOD! He hath dealt bountifully with me since we parted. In various
places the word ran and was glorified, and we had a lovely shutting-up
of the Summer’s campaign in _Gloucestershire_.――I am now in my Winter
quarters, moaning and bewailing myself, for not having done more when
the days were longer. O for Spring, that I may spring afresh for my
LORD! You and all must pray for me. I send you and yours, Mr. _C――――_
and his son, and all enquiring friends (not forgetting poor _Peggy_) my
hearty love. My wife joins with, dear Mr. _B――――_,
Your very affectionate, sympathizing friend,
and servant for CHRIST’s sake,
_G. W._