LETTER CCCLXXVI.

_To Mr. J―――― H――――._

_London, Dec. 7, 1741._

_My very dear Friend and Brother_,

I Came hither last _Friday_, and received a packet of letters from

_Bethesda_; but wonder to find none from you. When I read brother

_Grant_’s account of the circumstances of the family, I remember what

the LORD pressed upon my soul on ship-board, “The bridegroom shall

be taken from them, and then shall they fast in those days.” However,

be not discouraged; professor _F――――_’s students were once obliged

to sell their cloaths to buy candles. The work of GOD advances here

greatly. We have a large society, consisting of several hundreds, and

a noble place to meet in: I have called it a _Tabernacle_, because,

perhaps, we may be called to move our tents. In _Wiltshire_, and at

_Kingswood_, there are many good souls, and two new houses built. In

_Wales_ the door is opened wider than ever. From thence (_Abergavenny_)

the LORD has given me a wife. Her name was _James_, a widow, between

thirty and forty years of age. She has been a housekeeper many years.

Once gay; but, for three years last past, a despised follower of the

Lamb of GOD. I left her about three weeks ago, and am going to-morrow

to settle affairs, and to bring her up to _London_. I thank your

dear wife for her letter: had I freedom I would answer it: but I have

essayed several times before I could finish this. My sister _G――――_ is

dead: I trust she slept in JESUS. GOD is pleased to let me feel more

of his power than ever. O that his whole mind was in me! I hunger

and thirst after righteousness: blessed be GOD, there is a promise

that such shall be filled. By the letters sent with this, my dear

family will see that I have not forgotten them. No: I pray for them

continually. I cannot certainly tell when I shall leave _England_.

Providence detains me here. The work is very extraordinary in

_Scotland_. I hear daily accounts of its continuance and increase.

The door is opened in all places. The Lords see through Mr. _G――――_’s

enmity, and will have nothing to do with my appeal: so that a hook is

put into the leviathan’s jaws. I believe we shall see greater things

than ever. My dear friend, salute all most tenderly in my name; I am

exceedingly engaged, or each of them should hear particularly from,

Ever, ever yours in CHRIST,

_G. W._

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