_To the same._
_Stonehouse, May 4, 1737._
_Dear Sir_,
WHY does not Mr. _H._ let me hear from or see him? Surely no evil
has befallen either him or his family in their way to eternity. Why
then tarry their horses? Why are they so long in coming to visit the
country, which now looks like a second paradise, and which, to me,
seems the pleasantest place I ever was in, through all my life? Surely
I can never be thankful enough for being sent hither; people flock to
hear the word of GOD from the neighbouring villages, as well as our
own. They gladly receive me into their houses, and I have no let or
hindrance to my ministerial business; and what is still better, GOD
has opened my heart, and enabled me to finish a sermon on “Remember
thy Creator, &c.”――If you will come on _Sunday_ you may hear it
perhaps.――Your sister-in-law talks of being here again on _Friday_;
but I believe it will be more agreeable, if you chuse another
opportunity, that we may have our own conversation. I hope that dear
Mrs. _H._ took nothing ill, that was in my last. I meant it well, and
wrapt up the pill in as much sugar as I could. My hearty love to her
and Miss _J._ Poor Mr. _M._ and Mr. _W._ will set out to morrow, I
suppose. The LORD prosper them and be with them wherever they go, and
make them good soldiers of JESUS CHRIST, and finally bring them and us
to his heavenly kingdom! So wishes, so prays,
Your’s affectionately,
_G. W._