_To Mr. S――――._
_Edinburgh, August 19, 1758._
_My very dear Sir_,
I CAME here a fortnight ago, very low indeed; but by preaching about
thirty times, blessed be GOD, I am a good deal better. Multitudes, of
all ranks, flock twice every day. A divine influence attends the word,
and though sown in so much weakness, I trust it will meet with a divine
increase. On _Tuesday_ next, I thought to have moved; but as it is race
week, and my health is improving, friends advise me to stay, to stir
them up to run with patience the race which is set before us. O that my
sluggish soul may be quickened, and I may begin to press forwards, for
the prize of my high calling! I doubt not but this will find my dear
friend upon the wing for heaven. That you and yours may mount higher
and higher like an eagle, till you fly into the bosom of a waiting GOD,
is the earnest prayer of, my very dear Sir,
Yours, &c. in our glorious Head,
_G. W._