_To Countess D――――._
_Bristol, June 16, 1758._
_Honoured Madam_,
FOR this fortnight past, I expected never to have wrote to, or seen
your Ladyship, till I saw you sitting at CHRIST’s right hand. Never
was I brought so low as on my late _Welch_ circuit. But as far as I can
hear, it was one of the most prosperous I ever took. Twice every day,
thousands and thousands attended in various towns in _South-Wales_,
and on the _Sundays_ the numbers were incredible. Surely they fled
like doves to the windows. Welcome, thrice welcome death in such a
cause! Here, and in _Gloucestershire_, like scenes were opened. Blessed
expeditions these. I hope expeditions of another nature will not be
the worse for the prayers put up on such occasions. They must and
will enter the ears of the LORD of _Sabaoth_. Blessed be GOD, that Sir
_Charles_ is so honestly and openly embarked in CHRIST’s cause. My poor
prayers are for him and his, night and day. I hope to see good Lady
_G――――_ in my way to _London_. In the mean while, praying that your
Ladyship may more and more be blessed in the latter stages of your road,
and at last be admitted with triumph into your Master’s joy, is the
earnest prayer of, honoured Madam,
Your Ladyship’s most dutiful,
obliged servant for CHRIST’s sake,
_G. W._