_To Mr. W――――._
_London, March 18, 1756._
_My dear Friend_,
YESTERDAY I received your kind letter, and this morning I send you
a few lines by way of _New-York_. May they find you and all my dear
_Boston_ friends strong, yea very strong in the LORD, and in the
power of his might. Every day do I make mention of them, and dear
_New-England_, in my sermons and prayers. Thousands I trust are
interceding for you continually. Last night I preached upon _Moses_’s
praying on the mount, whilst _Joshua_ fought against _Amalek_ in
the valley. I hope some spiritual shot went after the fleet, that we
hear is gone to _America_. What awaits us here at home, the Redeemer
only knows. We deserve the greatest scourge, but I trust we have too
many praying people amongst us, to have such a one as the threatened
invasion, laid upon our backs.――The event will prove. Blessed be GOD,
for the effects of the late earthquake. May they be lasting! no doubt
they will be upon some. The awakening at _London_ continues, and more
ministers are coming out for the ever-blessed JESUS. Last Lord’s day
I opened my spring campaign, by preaching thrice in the fields to many
thousands in _Gloucestershire_. O that I may begin to begin to spring
for my GOD! I trust you and my other never to be forgotten friends will
not fail to remember us here. Though at such a distance, we can meet at
the throne of grace. Why does not dear Mr. _S――――_ send me one line? I
desire to be remembered in the kindest manner to him, and his, and all
my dear, very dear friends. I can now add no more, but hoping to have
another opportunity, I beg leave to subscribe myself, with tender
affection to your whole self,
Yours most affectionately in our common LORD,
_G. W._