LETTER MCXLI.

_To Lady H――――n._

_London, June 10, 1756._

_Ever-honoured Madam_,

BEING just come off the bed, where I have been sweating for a cold and

cholic that had seized me this day, I met with your Ladyship’s very

kind and condescending letter. I see your Ladyship is touched in a very

tender point: generous minds are always thus affected, when a friend is

abused. But I find more and more, honoured Madam, that our own mother’s

children will be permitted to be angry with one. The contradiction

of saints, is more trying than that of sinners:――but it is all to

teach us to cease from man, and wrap ourselves in Him, in whom alone

dwells consummate perfection. That I might say, “some of Mr. _L――――_’s

principles, in my opinion, are wrong,” I do not deny; but that I put

Mr. _W――――y_ upon writing, or had any active hand in his pamphlet,

is utterly false. I think it is a most ungentleman-like, injudicious,

unchristian piece. However, Mr. _L――――_ knows too much of the divine

life, not to see some call even in this cross; and I hope your Ladyship

will not suffer it to burden your mind any longer. Satan wants to

disturb your Ladyship’s repose. Ere long, blessed be the glorious

_Emmanuel_, he will be bruised under our feet. This last week I have

had some respite from his artful and perplexing suggestions, and have

been enabled to ride upon my high places. My present work at _London_

seems to be over, and _Monday_ or _Tuesday_ next, GOD willing, I hope

to set out for _Bristol_, where I purpose preaching next _Thursday_.

If divine Providence should not direct your Ladyship thither, I have

thought of coming through _Leicestershire_, in my way to _Scotland_.

This circuit, I hope, will be a three months circuit. The prospect

in _London_ is very promising. Every day we hear of fresh conquests.

To thee, and thee alone, most adorable Redeemer, be all the glory!

Want of strength forbids my enlarging. O this vile body! Surely our

treasure is in earthly vessels. When it is breaking to pieces, and the

rattles are in my throat, I hope with my latest breath to acknowledge

the innumerable unmerited favours which have been conferred by your

Ladyship on, ever-honoured Madam,

Your Ladyship’s most dutiful, obliged, and

ready servant for CHRIST’s sake,

_G. W._

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