_To Mr. C――――._
_Lisbon, March 30, 1754._
_Very dear Sir_,
THIS leaves me pretty well satisfied (not to say surfeited) with the
ecclesiastical curiosities of _Lisbon_. This day fortnight we arrived;
and the country being in want of rain, and it being _Lent_ season, we
have been savoured with frequent processions, and several extraordinary
pieces of scenery. Alas! to what lengths will superstition run! And
how expensive is the pageantry of a false religion! Blessed be GOD
for being born in _England_! Blessed be GOD for being born again, and
thereby being taught to worship the Father in spirit and in truth!
This, my dear Sir, I believe is your happy portion; and therefore if it
should be our lot never to meet here any more, I am persuaded nothing
can prevent our meeting in a blissful country hereafter. O that we may
be kept from flagging in the latter stages of our road! I am confounded,
when I think what a drone I have been, and daily wonder why the LORD
employs such a worthless wretch.――Surely it must be, that in me he
may shew all long-suffering. Help me, my dear friend, to praise him.
_Lisbon_ air seems healthy for the body; and what I have seen and heard
I trust will benefit my soul. Be pleased to remember me to Mrs. _C――――_,
your son, and all enquiring friends. You will not forget to visit my
widow wife. Blessed be GOD, her Maker is her husband, and ere long we
shall all sit down together at the feast, the marriage supper of the
Lamb. In a believing prospect of this, I subscribe myself, very dear
Sir,
Yours, &c. in our common LORD,
_G. W._