_To Mrs. W――――._
_Glasgow, July 18, 1759._
_Dear Mrs. W――――_,
MAKE no apology for writing your mind. I see the disease, but know
not how to come at a cure. Labourers are wanting of the _old stamp_:
but vines are very apt to degenerate. If I am not mistaken, we shall
be purged with a witness. GOD grant it may be that we may bring forth
more fruit. I want the purgation most of all. I dread a corpulent
body. But it breaks in upon me like an armed man. O that my heart
may not wax gross at the same time! I would fain not flag, but rather
begin at least to begin in the latter stages of my road. Congregations
in _Scotland_ are very large. I am glad to hear that the shout of a
king is among you. Pray remember me in the kindest manner to all in
conference, and to all that are so kind as to enquire after, dear Mrs.
_W――――_,
Your sincere friend and servant in our common LORD,
_G. W._