_To Mrs. H――――._
_Leeds, October 3, 1767._
_My good Shunamite_,
JUST as your letter came, I was taking pen in hand, to send you a
few lines. What a mercy, when good news comes from town and country!
And what news so good, as that of the word of the LORD JESUS running
and being glorified? This hath been the case with the worthless,
but willing pilgrim. Every where the sound of his blessed Master’s
feet hath been heard behind him. Field and street preaching hath
rather bettered, than hurt his bodily health. But as the weather
begins to break, he must look towards winter quarters. This makes it
impracticable for him to go to _Madly_. It is too far distant. May
JESUS support the suffering martyr. He will, he will!
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He hath felt the same.
I know this will find you a living martyr; a witness of the truths and
life of JESUS; the only preparative for dying a martyr. That whether
you live, you may live unto the LORD, or whether you die, you may die
unto the LORD, is the earnest prayer of, dear Mrs. _H――――e_,
Yours, &c. &c. in our common LORD,
_G. W._