year. In the mean while, as long as I have breath to draw, it shall
be my heart’s desire and prayer to GOD, that the labours of the dear
servants of JESUS, who are called to preach amongst you, may be so
blessed and owned from above, that I may not be missed a single moment.
May they, may you increase with all the increase, till you are all
filled with all the fulness of GOD. When near his throne, if there be
any consolation in CHRIST, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of
the Spirit, if any bowels of mercies, pray that the same blessing may
be conferred, my dear fellow-labourers, my dear _Tottenham-Court_
hearers, on

               Your most affectionate friend, and ready
                      servant for CHRIST’s sake,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCXCII.

                            _To Mr. A――――._

                                       _Virginia, September 7, 1763._

_My very dear Mr. A――――_,

MANY more letters did I intend to write to you and other dear friends,
had I not been prevented by storms, &c. for some weeks before our
arrival. If enabled, I shall take care to pay them as I move from
place to place. We are now on dry land. Christian friends, whom I never
before heard of, were prepared to receive me: and I have preached four
times. This leaves me in my way to _Philadelphia_, still visited with
my old disorder, which I now never expect to drop, till I drop for good
and all this body of clay, this body of sin and death. I suppose you
are in like circumstances, as well as thousands besides, who love the
LORD JESUS in sincerity. Well: He that cometh will come, and will not
tarry. Blessed are all they that wait for him. I hope you are favoured
with precious gales of divine influence. Tender love to all our dear
fellow-labourers, and to all our dear hearers of every denomination,
in every place. You will not forget a poor pilgrim, who, though absent
in body is present in spirit. Hoping to write in a few days to dear
Mr. _Middleton_, &c. and wishing you and yours all that a blessed
never-failing GOD can give you in time and eternity, I subscribe myself,
my very dear old friend,

              Ever yours, &c. in our precious _Emmanuel_,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCXCIII.

                           _To Mr. W――――y._

                                 _Philadelphia, September. 29, 1763._

_My dear Mr. W――――y_,

_EBENEZER!_ Hitherto the LORD hath helped! I have been here above a
week; but still an invalid.

              Strange, that a harp of thousand strings
              Should keep in tune so long!

Poor _Wright_ is taking his _American_ seasoning. He hath the ague and
fever. This prevents his writing. Inform his relations of it. He wants
for nothing. When you write, mention nothing but what relates to the
eternal world. I have no thoughts to throw away on the trifling things
of time. Tender love to all that are travelling to the _New-Jerusalem_.
There, if no sooner, we shall meet and praise the never-failing
_Emmanuel_, for whose great name’s sake I subscribe myself,

                              Yours, &c.

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCXCIV.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                    _Philadelphia, October 21, 1763._

_My very dear Mr. K――――n_,

THE bearer, Mr. _R――――d_, is a young sober gentleman, intended for the
temple, and will be very glad to see and hear Mr. _Romaine_, and other
gospel ministers. I hope all are flaming for GOD, even a GOD in CHRIST.
Here are some young bright witnesses rising up in the church. Perhaps
I have already conversed with forty new-creature ministers of various
denominations. Sixteen hopeful students, I am credibly informed, were
converted at _New-Jersey_ college, last year. What an open door, if I
had strength! But――Father, thy will be done! blessed be His name, I can
preach now and then. Last _Tuesday_ we had a remarkable season among
the _Lutherans_. Children and grown people were much impressed. Grace!
grace! If possible, I intend returning with Mr. _H――――m_ (now here)
to _Georgia_. You will hear the determination by the next ship, that
goes very soon. I wrote to dear Mr. _H――――y_ very lately, by way of
_Bristol_. Tender, tender love to him, and to all. I have scarce time
to beg the continued interest of all your prayers, in behalf of, my
dear steady old friend,

                       Yours, &c. in our JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCXCV.

                          _To Mr. D――――, &c._

                                    _Philadelphia, November 8, 1763._

_My very dear Friends_,

MAN appoints, GOD for wise reasons disappoints. All was ready for my
coming by land to you at _Bethesda_, with Mr. _H――――m_; but several
things concurred to prevent me, and the physicians all agree, that the
only chance I have for growing better, is to stay and see what the cold
weather will do for me. Fain would I say, however it may cross my will,
_Father, thy will be done_! At present, I make a shift to preach twice
a week. But alas, my strength is perfect weakness. What a mercy that
JESUS is all in all! You will let me hear from you very particularly,
by Captain _Bolitha_, or any other opportunity, either to this place
or _New-York_. I want to know the present state of all your affairs
in every respect. Surely the blessed _Emmanuel_, who hath brought me
thus far, will give us an interview by and by. That it may be a very
happy one here below, and a prelude to an infinitely more happy and
never-ceasing one above, is the hearty prayer of, my very dear friends,

                 Yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Head,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCXCVI.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                   _Philadelphia, November 14, 1763._

_My dear old Friend_,

THIS comes by one Mr. _R――――_, reputed to be a real christian and an
expert tradesman, but greatly afflicted with a nervous head-ach. He
will be glad of some spiritual acquaintance. Fain would he have had
me under his roof. I wish he may get help, but I think we have got our
life warrant. Mr. _Cruttenden_ I find is released; and a dear minister
of _New-York_ got free on _Saturday_. I am here yet, left behind, and
now about to make my first excursion to the _New-Jersey_ college. Twice
a week preaching, is my present allowance. Many of various ranks seem
to be brought under real concern. Physicians are absolutely against my
going to _Georgia_, till I get more strength. Besides, it is doubtful
whether the southern _Indians_ will not break out, and therefore a
little stay in these parts may on that account be most prudent. LORD
JESUS, direct my goings in thy way! Accept my wonted general salutation;
tender love to all. You and yours will not cease to pray for, my dear
steady friend,

                         Yours, &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCXCVII.

                         _To Mr. D――――n, &c._

                                 _Elizabeth-Town, November 26, 1763._

_My very dear Friends_,

HOW is this? Am I come four thousand miles to winter with you, and like
to be disappointed at last? I fear so; for alas, only by travelling
thus far from _Philadelphia_ in my way to _New-York_, I am quite
fatigued. But I do not despair yet, if GOD gives me any strength. Pray
hard, and who knows what a GOD may do? Dear Mr. _H――――m_ will best
acquaint you with northern particulars. He leaves me this morning, but
I hope to see him at _New-York_ the beginning of the week, and to write
more. O that I may come with him! Abba, Father, all things are possible
with thee! Adieu! My dear friend is going. Cease not to pray for, and
write to,

                       Yours, &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCXCVIII.

                                        _New-York, December 1, 1763._

_My dear Sir_,

HOW thankful should I be to the adorable JESUS, and to all that love me
for his great name’s sake, for the blessed contents of your last, dated
_September 10_. Praise the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within
me praise his holy name! May this be only an earnest of good things
to come, both in _England_ and _Wales_. Ere now, I suppose dear Mr.
_Davis_ is crying _Gogunniant_ in _London_. We are essaying to echo
it back from _America_. Some very good impressions have been made in
_Philadelphia_, and we had four sweet seasons at _New-Jersey_ college,
and two at _Elizabeth-Town_, in my way hither. Some said they resembled
old times. My spirits grow better. But thrice a week is as often as I
can preach. To-day I begin here, and have thoughts of returning with Mr.
_H――――m_ to _Georgia_, but am fearful of relapsing by such a fatiguing
passage or journey. The LORD will direct. Mr. _Cruttenden_ is got above
these infirmities; GOD be praised that he went off so comfortably!
may our expiring hour be like his! Surprized am I indeed to find that
you have a little one coming into this world which others are leaving.
LORD JESUS, spare root and branch, for thy own glory, and thy people’s
good! LORD JESUS, convert us all more and more, and make us all like
little children! Tender, tender love to all that love him in sincerity.
I would write to many more, but company, low state of health, and
travelling, render more frequent writing impracticable to, my dear
steady friend,

                 Yours, theirs, &c. &c. in our JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                                              _New-York, December 4._

SINCE writing the above, blessed be GOD, I have preached. Persons of
all denominations seem to be athirst. Grace! grace! Desire dear Mr.
_H――――y_ to look into the _Universal History of Arts and Sciences_,
volume the second, page 436, for an account of Methodism, by a papist.
GOD bless you all. Amen and Amen. I am just now told that the ship is
going. Several other opportunities of writing will soon offer, which,
GOD willing, shall be embraced by, my dear steady friend,

                       Ever yours, &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCXCIX.

                         _To Mr. D――――n, &c._

                                        _New-York, December 7, 1763._

_My very dear Friends_,

WHAT a mortification do you think it must be to me, to part thus from,
and not to accompany my dear Mr. _H――――m_ to _Bethesda_? Thus it was
near twenty years ago, and yet I came, though he left me so ill at
_New-England_. Assure yourselves, I shall come as soon as possible. In
the mean while, I have desired Mr. _H――――m_ to assist in supervising
and settling the accompts, and to give his advice in respect to the
house, plantation, &c. &c. I beg you will be so good as to let me
have an inventory of every individual thing, the names and number of
the negroes, and what you think is necessary to be done every way. I
would only observe in general, that I would have the family lessened
as much as may be, and all things contracted into as small a compass
as possible. And now once more adieu, though I trust but for a short
season. My heart is too full to enlarge. I have not got the account of
the children taken in since the first institution; it is left I believe
in _New-England_. I purpose going thither now from the southward. But
it will be better to go to heaven. Come, LORD JESUS, come quickly! Dear
Mr. _H――――m_ will inform you of all particulars concerning the gospel
ministrations of, my very dear friends,

                 Yours, ever yours, &c. &c. in CHRIST,

                                                              _G. W._

                             LETTER MCCC.

                           _To Mr. H――――y._

                                        _New-York, December 8, 1763._

_Dear Sir_,

BLESSED be GOD, I am enabled to preach thrice a week. But such a
flocking of all ranks, I never before saw at _New-York_. A great number
have been to see me, and several come to me in the evening, as it
should seem, to hear something of the kingdom of GOD. My stay here is
undetermined. Perhaps it may be till _Christmas_. Many thanks are due
to my _London_ friends, for their kind assistance, from time to time,
in carrying on outward matters, and particularly to those who were so
ready to assist in compleating the tabernacle job in such an honourable
way. All with you will continue to pray for me. I would write more,
but amidst such a throng of company and bodily weakness, it is indeed
impracticable. I now repeatedly send all my tender love; and still
praying that all may be filled with all the fulness of GOD, I beg leave
to subscribe myself,

                         Yours, &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                             LETTER MCCCI.

                         _To Mr. S―――― S――――._

                                       _New-York, December 16, 1763._

_My very dear Friend_,

I SEE by what you have done lately for the tabernacle, that you do not
forget absent friends. I think you and yours are not forgotten by them,
neither I believe are forgotten by the Friend of all. He remembers us,
though he is advanced to so great a kingdom; remembers us in our low
estate, and remembers that we are but dust. What a blessing this to
worthless, ill and hell-deserving me! What a mercy, to meet with such
a friend in the latter stages of our road! Surely he is altogether
lovely. Having loved his own, he loves them to the end; witness his
yet continuing to own the feeble labours of an almost worn out pilgrim.
Every day the thirst for hearing the word increases, and the better
sort come home to hear more of it. I must now go soon to _New-England_.
Cold weather and a warm heart suit my tottering tabernacle best. The
ship is going. GOD bless you and yours! I hope that all related, and
all who are near and dear to you, are alive for GOD,――a GOD,――a GOD in
CHRIST; in whose great name, I beg leave to subscribe myself, my very
dear friend,

                            Yours, &c. &c.

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCII.

                     _To the Reverend Mr. G――――._

                                    _New-York, Deuteronomy 18, 1763._

_Reverend and very dear Sir_,

BLESSED be GOD, I am better in health than when I wrote last. Preaching
thrice a week agrees pretty well with me this cold season of the year.
I am apt to believe my disorder will be periodical. It was so with
Mr. _Postwick_, who is now with GOD. Our turn must come by and by.
Who would have thought Mr. _Robert Scot_ would have went off so soon?
LORD, what is man? O to be always ready! O for thousands to go forth
to alarm a drowsy world! _New-Jersey_ college is a blessed nursery; one
of the purest perhaps in the universe. The worthy President and three
tutors, are all bent upon making the students both saints and scholars.
I was lately there for a week. The Redeemer vouchsafed to own the word
preached. Some said it was like old times. Prejudices in this place
have most strangely subsided. The better sort flock as eagerly as the
common people, and are fond of coming for private gospel conversation.
This is all of grace. O for an humble and thankful heart! Perhaps I may
soon go to _Boston_. I know you will pray that the glorious _Emmanuel_
may accompany me in all my removes. That this may be the happy lot
of your whole self, and of all dear enquiring friends, is the hearty
prayer of, reverend and very dear Sir,

                   Yours, theirs, &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

_P. S._ I wrote to Mr. _Niven_ last week.

                            LETTER MCCCIII.

                         _To Mr. D――――n, &c._

                                        _New-York, January 12, 1764._

_My very dear Friends_,

CAPTAIN _Bolitho_ is returned, and not one line from _Bethesda_! Surely
you were not informed of his sailing, or you expected to see me with
Mr. _H――――m_. That which lets will surely by and by be taken out of the
way. Blessed be GOD, the cold braces me up a little. I am enabled to
preach twice or thrice a week. Congregations continue very large, and
I trust saving impressions are made upon many. Some students also in
_Philadelphia_ and _New Jersey_ colleges, I hear are much awakened.
O for a blessed gale of divine influences when we meet at _Bethesda_!
From thence, or _Charles-Town_, I purpose to embark for _England_. But
future things belong to Him, who (whatever may be our thoughts) always
orders all things well. To his never-failing guidance and most tender
mercy do I commit you all, as being, for his great name’s sake, my very
dear friends,

                            Yours, &c. &c.

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCIV.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                             _Boston, March 3, 1764._

_My very dear Friend_,

AS I find by letters from my wife and Mr. _T―――― C――――_, dated in
_October_ and _November_, and by another from Mr. _D――――t_, dated in
_December_, that my friends had heard from me more than once, I was in
hopes of receiving a few lines from you by the last _New-York_ packet.
But I suppose you thought I was gone to the southward. Providence
shut up my way: I believe for wise reasons. The inclosed will let you
see how matters went at _New-York_. Since leaving that place, a sweet
influence hath attended the word at _Easthampton_, _Bridgehampton_,
and _South-hold_ upon _Long-Island_, at _Shelter-Island_ also, and
at _New-London_, _Norwich_, and ♦_Providence_ on the main land. At
_Boston_ I have been received with the usual warmth of affection. Twice
have we seen the Redeemer’s stately steps in the great congregation.
But as the small-pox is likely to take an universal spread through the
town, I purpose making my country tour, and then return to _Boston_ in
my way to the southward. Invitations come so thick and fast from every
quarter, that I know not what to do. I cannot boast of acquiring much
additional bodily strength, any otherwise than as the cool season of
the year helps to keep me up. Twice a week is as often as I can with
comfort ascend my throne. The Redeemer vouchsafes to speak for himself
there, and private conversation is greatly blessed. Thus the taper
keeps burning a little longer: when extinguished on earth, it will be
removed where it shall burn with uninterrupted lustre in the kingdom
of heaven. Till I hear from you, and see what is determined concerning
_Bethesda_, I cannot think of undertaking a long voyage. Sometimes I
fear my weakness will never allow me to go on ship-board any more. But
I will wait. I will endeavour to watch and pray, and doubt not but I
shall hear a voice behind me saying, “This is the way, walk thou in
it.” In the mean while, I rejoice to find that dear Mr. _Davis_ is come
to his winter quarters, and do earnestly pray night and day, that he
and all my dear fellow-labourers and hearers may increase with all the
increase of GOD. Perhaps they may pray me over once more. Whenever the
way is clear, I am ready to say, “LORD JESUS, lo I come.” Tender, most
tender love awaits you all. I must not enlarge, lest my affections
should overpower this feeble frame. In heaven it will be otherwise.
My very dear Sir, farewel. I must away to preach at _Charles-Town_, a
neighbouring town to _Boston_. Hoping ere long to join with you all in
praising GOD for evermore, I beg leave to subscribe myself,

                 Yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Head,

                                                              _G. W._

    ♦ “Provividence” replaced with “Providence”

                             LETTER MCCCV.

                         _To Mr. S―――― S――――._

                     _Concord, 20 miles from Boston, March 10, 1764._

_My very dear Friend_,

SINCE my last I suppose you have heard one way or another of my being
in this dying world, and in some measure improved for propagating the
glorious gospel. _New York_ was _New-York_ indeed. We saw blessed days
of the Son of Man there. Since that, in my way to these parts, a divine
influence attended the word preached in various places. And how would
you have been delighted to have seen Mr. _Wheelock_’s Indians? Such a
promising nursery of future missionaries, I believe was never seen in
_New-England_ before: pray encourage it with all your might. I also
wish you could give some useful puritanical books to _Harvard-college_
library, lately burnt down. Few perhaps will give such; and yet a
collection of that kind is absolutely necessary for future students and
poor neighbouring ministers, to whom I find the books belonging to the
library are freely lent out from time to time. You will not be angry
with me for these hints. I know your ambitious greedy soul: you want
to grow richer and richer towards GOD. O that there may be in me such
a mind! But my wings are clipped. I can only preach twice or thrice a
week with comfort. And yet a wider door than ever is opened all along
the continent. A beginning is made in _Boston_. But as the small-pox
is spreading there, I purpose preaching for a while in adjacent places.
With what success, you may know hereafter. I send you and yours these
few lines as a token of gratitude, respect, and love unfeigned; but
must still beg you to add to my obligations, by continuing to pray for,
my very dear friends,

                 Yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Head,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCVI.

                        _To C―――― H――――y, Esq._

                                        _Portsmouth, March 23, 1764._

_Very dear Sir_,

HOW was my heart eased by receiving yesterday your kind letter, dated
_October 22d_? If you and dear Mr. _K――――n_ will continue to manage
when I am present, as well as when I am absent, it may give another
turn to my mind. Who knows what a never-failing GOD may do in a few
months! At present, my way is clear to go on preaching till I can
journey southward. The inclosed will inform you what hath been done by
one sermon at _Providence_, formerly a most ungodly place, forty miles
south of _Boston_. At _Newbury_, which I left yesterday, is a stir
indeed. On Lord’s-day I shall begin here. O for daily fresh gales! That
they may every day more and more increase with you and all your dear
relations, and all dear friends, is the hearty prayer of, very dear Sir,
in great haste, but greater love,

                     Yours, &c. &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCVII.

                           _To Mrs. M――――h._

                                        _Portsmouth, March 30, 1764._

_Dear Mrs. M――――h_,

I HAVE just now heard of your loss. Accept a few sympathizing lines.
I hope those that are dead, died in the LORD: if so, we had need weep
only for ourselves and for children that are left behind. You are now
more at liberty for the Redeemer’s work. I need wish you no greater
honour than that you may be _a widow indeed_. Though desolate, she puts
her trust in the LORD, and she continues in prayer night and day. This
hath been your old employ. By and by you shall have nothing to do but
praise.

                O glorious seat! Our GOD our king,
                Us thither bring, to kiss thy feet.

I hope ere now, that many more in the neighbouring market have thus
begun their heaven upon earth. I hear GOD is with you at the chapel.
Praise the LORD, O my soul! You will know from others, what cheer the
Redeemer gives us in _America_. Good cheer, Mrs. _M――――h_, good cheer.
He rains down righteousness; he rains down bread from heaven on the
congregations. This supports (and at times overcomes) my tottering
tabernacle. In heaven we shall have a glorious body. Hoping and
believing that yourself and sister, Mr. and Mrs. _K――――g_, and Mr. and
Mrs. _W――――_, with many others, will speedily meet there, I subscribe
myself, dear Mrs. _M――――h_,

                Yours, theirs, &c. in our common LORD,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCVIII.

                       _To Mr. and Mrs. D――――n._

                                            _Boston, April 20, 1764._

_My very dear Friends_,

I WISH you much joy. Grace, mercy, and peace be multiplied upon you
both! It will, it will. Your match was certainly made in heaven. How do
I long to see you! I have been at my _ne plus ultra_ northward, and am
now more free and capable of settling my affairs southward. When that
is done, how chearfully, with a CHRIST in my heart instead of my arms,
could I sing, “LORD, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace!”
I hope you are not offended at my giving a power of attorney to Mr.
_H――――m_. The Redeemer knows it was not owing to a distrust of any of
you, but only in _case of my death_, that he might testify to the world
the integrity of your actions, and the veracity of your accounts. I am
persuaded he will not desire to interfere, but act and consult jointly,
as occasion offers; and you will go on in your old way. O that I was
assured of your stay at _Bethesda_! Of this I am satisfied, that you
will not distress me by leaving the place destitute of proper help.
And I assure you, if I thought we should have the _least demur_, I
would not come at all. My tottering tabernacle will not bear grief,
especially from those whom I so dearly love, and who have served the
institution so faithfully and disinterestedly for so many years. Verily
you shall in no wise lose your reward. What I have in my view for
_Bethesda_, may be better spoke of when me meet, than by letter. LORD
JESUS, hasten the wished-for time! At present, by my late excursions I
am brought low; but rest and care may brace me up again for some little
further service for our glorious _Emmanuel_. A most blessed influence
hath attended the word in various places, and many have been made
to cry out, “What shall we do to be saved?” O for such a cry at the
southward! Abba, Father, all things are possible with thee! To his
tender and never-failing mercy do I commit you, as being, my very dear
friends,

            Yours most affectionately in the blessed JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCIX.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                            _Boston, April 25, 1764._

_My very dear Mr. K――――n_,

YOU are a friend indeed. The Friend of sinners, the King of saints,
will bless and reward you for all your works of faith and unfeigned
labours of love. Nay, he will bless both you and your children. GOD
grant, that roots and branches may all increase with all the increase
of GOD. I find I can do but little for him, and by a late return of my
disorder, was in danger of doing less. But, blessed be his name, I am
recovered, and yesterday got upon my throne again. Words cannot well
express the eagerness of the people to hear. I was meditating an escape
to the southward last week; but _Boston_ people sent a gospel hue and
cry after me, and really brought me back. LORD JESUS, let it be for
thy glory, and thy people’s good! Blessed be his name for giving you so
much prudence in the management of the Chapel and Tabernacle affairs,
and for countenancing the ministerial labours at both ends of the town.
_The burning bush_ may still be our coat of arms. By a ship that will
soon be going for _London_, I purpose to write to you and dear Mr.
_H――――y_ more particularly. I have very little time allowed to write
this, lest the vessel should be gone. Adieu. Tender love to all. Ten
thousand thanks, and most affectionate love await all mentioned in your
last, and all who are so kind as to enquire after, and pray for, dear
Mr. _K――――n_,

            Theirs, yours, &c. in our glorious _Emmanuel_,

                                                              _G. W._

                             LETTER MCCCX.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                              _Boston, May 19, 1764._

_My very dear Friend_,

YOUR letter by the packet came safe, but I fear you must write again.
There can be no coming to _England_ till I have settled _Georgia_
affairs. Thither I cannot go till the fall: a few months will soon
glide away. Your _Isaac_ is well off. Of such is the kingdom of heaven.
People here beg earnestly for a six o’clock morning lecture. I hope to
get strength to gratify them. To be able to do what you say, will fully
satisfy! I would fain die preaching. Tender love to all. By the next
opportunity your worthy collegue shall hear from, my very dear friend,

                         Yours, &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCXI.

                        _To C―――― H――――y, Esq._

                                              _Boston, June 1, 1764._

_Very dear Sir_,

I HOPE this will find you safe returned from your summer tour, and
laden with the fruit of GOD’s everlasting love. You see where this
leaves me. Friends have even constrained me to stay here, for fear
of running into the Summer’s heat. Hitherto I find the benefit of it.
Whatever it is owing to, through mercy, I am much better in health,
than I was this time twelvemonth, and can now preach thrice a week to
very large auditories without hurt. Every day I hear of some brought
under concern; and I trust, whenever I remove, a blessing will be left
behind. This is all of grace. To the glorious giver, purchaser, and
applier of it, be all the glory. All was well at _Georgia_ in _April_,
and I hope to be carried comfortably through the southern journey that
lies before me.

              CHRIST’s presence shall my pains beguile,
              And make each wilderness to smile.

In about a fortnight, GOD willing, I purpose to set forward. It will
be hard parting. But heaven will make amends for all. Blessed be GOD
that matters go on so well at _London_. If I get more bodily strength,
I shall think of another voyage with more comfort. But future things
belong to Him, who orders all things for the best. I would trust him
for the present day, and not be over solicitous for the morrow. LORD,
I believe, help thou my unbelief! Perhaps we may meet once more on this
side eternity. They tell me, that the Summers in these northern parts
have of late years been very cool. The event will shew. Let it suffice
that eternal truth hath assured us, that as our day is so our strength
shall be. I know I shall not want your prayers, or the prayers of your
dear relatives. Most cordial respects and ten thousand thanks await
them all; for indeed none are forgotten by, my very dear Sir,

                 Yours, &c. &c. in the blessed JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                                                            _June 7._

Parting here hath been heart breaking: I cannot stand it. I must
away for the southward. Mr. _T―――― C――――_ hath a packet that will be
delivered by a friend. O for heaven! There all will be together with
the LORD. _Hallelujah!_

                            LETTER MCCCXII.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                           _New-York, June 25, 1764._

_My very dear Friend_,

HITHERTO the LORD hath helped me. The _New-England_ winter campaign
is over, and I am thus far on my way to _Georgia_. Mr. _Smith_,
my faithful host, writes thus: “Your departure hence never before
so deeply wounded us, and the most of this people; and they are
injudicious enough to propose sending a book full of names to call you
back. Your enemies are very few, and even they seem to be almost at
peace with you. I inclose five prints, which shew what is said of you
publicly; but as to private discourse, and secret intercessions, you
will willingly and modestly remain ignorant of the one, and, I doubt
not, feel sweetly the influences of the other.” I add, even so, LORD
JESUS, _Amen_! To crown the expedition, after preaching at _New-Haven_
college, the President came to me, as I was going off in the chaise,
and informed me that the students were so deeply impressed by the
sermon, that they were gone into the chapel, and earnestly entreated
me to give them one more quarter of an hour’s exhortation. Not unto me,
O LORD, not unto me, but unto thy free and unmerited grace be all the
glory! At present my health is better than usual, and as yet I have
felt no inconvenience from the summer’s heat. Praise the LORD, O my
soul! I write this in great haste, but with greater love to you and
yours, and to all. I beg leave to subscribe myself, my very dear friend,

                       Ever yours, &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXIII.

                            _To Mr. W――――._

                                          _New-York, August 8, 1764._

_Dear Sir_,

YOUR last, I find, left you soaring aloft. I fancy you like being a
_Hebrew_ of the _Hebrews_. This, I hope, will meet you sitting low at
the feet of JESUS, and hearing his words. That is the safest place. He
continues good to me, a worthless worm, during this summer season. I
have preached twice lately in the fields, and we sat under the blessed
Redeemer’s shadow with great delight. Let every thing that hath breath
praise the LORD! In a short time I move southward. Perhaps in Spring
I may embark for _England_. But future things belong to him who orders
all things well. The _New-Jerusalem_ is the place I have in view.

              There sin and strife and sorrow cease,
              And all is love and joy and peace.

Hearty love to your wife and all dear friends as they come in your way.
GOD bless you all! In Him, who is all in all, I am, dear Sir,

                              Yours, &c.

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCXIV.

                         _To Mr. D――――n, &c._

                                         _New-York, August 19, 1764._

_My very dear Friends_,

I HAVE waited with eagerness for another letter. I want a particular
account of the necessaries you stand in need of. They might be procured
with advantage here or at _Philadelphia_. I hope you have received the
things. Something more will be sent by _Schemerron_ to the care of Mr.
_H――――m_. I hear another vessel is expected from _Georgia_ soon. Surely
I shall have a line then. I fear it will be the middle of _October_
before I can leave _Philadelphia_; but, GOD willing, you shall hear
more particularly soon. A never-failing JESUS continues to smile upon
my feeble labours, and hath hitherto carried me comfortably through the
summer’s heat. Help, O help me to praise him. Pray for us. Tender love
to all. Hoping to join with you quickly on earth, and in full assurance
of joining with you eternally in heaven, in very great haste, but
greater love, I subscribe myself, my very dear friends,

                   Ever yours, &c. &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCXV.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                         _New-York, August 25, 1764._

_My very dear Friend_,

STILL am I kept as it were a prisoner in these parts, by the heat of
the weather. All dissuade me from proceeding southward till the latter
end of _September_. My late excursions upon _Long-Island_, I trust have
been blessed. It would surprize you to see above a hundred carriages
at every sermon in this new world. I am, through infinite mercy, still
kept up. Dear Mr. _H――――y_’s packet is not yet come to hand. I wrote
to him and my dear wife very lately by a friend in the packet, and I
have sent many letters for a letter-day to the care of Mr. _E――――s_
in _Bristol_. I thank dear Mr. _L――――d_ for his last by the packet. I
wrote to him just before his came to hand. Tender, tender love to your
whole self and to all.

            Ever theirs, ever yours, &c. &c. in our JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCXVI.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                  _Philadelphia, September 21, 1764._

_My very dear Friend_,

YESTERDAY I had the pleasure of yours by the _New-York_ packet, and can
only in return send my repeated thanks for so many repeated favours.
After a most solemn and heart-breaking parting at _New-York_, I am come
thus far in my way to _Georgia_. There I hope to be about _Christmas_;
and in Spring, GOD willing, to embark for _England_. Hitherto the LORD
hath helped. However, let what will become of the substance, in the
mean while I send you my shadow. The painter, who gave it me, having
now the ague and fever, and living a hundred miles off, I must get you
to have the drapery finished, and then, if judged proper, let it be
put up in the Tabernacle parlour. One Captain _B――――_ brings it in the
_Philadelphia_ packet, and would most gladly have brought the original
over. If you see him, take a little notice of him. I have only preached
twice here, but the influence was deep indeed. Grace! grace! Before
my further removal hence, I hope for an opportunity of writing to dear
Mr. _H――――y_. Two such friends surely could not be picked out, for the
_London_ affairs. Tender, most tender love awaits him and all of you.
GOD bless you! GOD bless you! I am really better in health than I have
been these three years. Excuse my not writing to other dear friends;
the ship is going, my hands full of business, and I have little more
time allowed me than to return you ten thousand thanks, and subscribe
myself,

 Ever yours, &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                                                      _September 23._

Within a few days, but not before, I received the hymn books, and hope
to write to other friends in a few days by way of _Londonderry_. This
day has been a good day indeed. Grace! grace!

                           LETTER MCCCXVII.

                         _To Mr. S―――― S――――._

                                   _Nassau-Hall, September 25, 1764._

_My very dear Friend_,

AT length I am broke loose from my summer’s retreat, and have preached
twice at _Philadelphia_. Many could say, “This was no other than the
house of GOD, the gate of heaven.” Yesterday I came here, to preach
at the commencement to-morrow. Surely it is one of the best regulated
institutions in the world. But most importunate calls come from every
quarter. So large is the range, that although I have been a twelvemonth
in _America_, I have scarce begun to begin. At present I can only go
strait forward, and preach in my way to _Georgia_. There I hope to be
about _Christmas_. GOD knows how I am to be disposed of afterwards:
whether to _England_, or to take another tour on the continent, is best
known to Him who orders all things well.

                To feel his power, to hear his voice,
                To taste his love, be all my choice.

Through infinite mercy my bodily health is somewhat improved. Perhaps
a few more months itinerating might improve it more. Father, thy will
be done! You and yours, I trust, prosper both in soul and body. Tender
love and hearty thanks await you, and all enquiring friends. If the
person in Mr. _D――――t_’s compting-house, would go over to _New-York_,
he might get a very handsome maintenance in teaching young gentlemen
and ladies to read well. O what new scenes open in this new world. In
every place the word hath run and been glorified. I could enlarge, but
am interrupted. You and yours will continue to pray for me. I retain my
old name. I am the chief of sinners, less than the least of all saints,
but for CHRIST’s sake, my very dear friends,

                          Yours, &c. &c. &c.

                                                              _G. W._

                                                         _October 3._

Since writing the above I have received your kind letter. Blessed be
GOD that you and yours are so well in the best sense. The books may be
committed to the care of Mr. _Mauduit_, agent for _New-England_. That
will give you least trouble. It is a good charity. LORD JESUS, accept
and bless it. _Amen_, and _Amen_!

                           LETTER MCCCXVIII.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                    _Philadelphia, October 19, 1764._

_My very dear Friend_,

ACCEPT a few more lines before I set off for my southern tour. My last,
in which was a letter for my wife, left _New-York_ last _Sunday_. The
enclosed will inform you a little of my late motions. Pray tell dear Mr.
_H――――y_ that Dr. _S――――_, the Provost of the _Philadelphia_ college,
read prayers for me, and attended me backwards and forwards. Both the
present and late Governor, with the head gentlemen of the city, were
present, and cordial thanks were sent to me from all the Trustees,
for speaking for the children, and countenancing the institution. This
is all of GOD. To me nothing belongs but shame and confusion of face.
O for a truly guileless and _Israelitish_ heart! It will be found to
be the best policy at the great day. More good news await you in a
packet of letters directed to you, and committed to the care of Captain
_Sparks_, of the _Elizabeth_ and _Mary_. I believe he will deliver them
himself; if not, you may send for them. On the reading, I am apt to
believe you will think it is almost sinful not to take another tour.
LORD JESUS, do thou direct my goings in thy way! He will, he will. But
what is become of _T―――― C――――_? Mr. _R――――_ my worthy host wrote to
him many months ago, about being admitted a member of the society for
distributing books among the poor. Not a word of answer yet. Many more
want to be members. In a day or two, GOD willing, I set off for my
beloved _Bethesda_. O what blessings have we received in this place.
You will join in crying, _Hallelujah_, the LORD reigneth, and blessed
be the GOD of our salvation! To his never-failing mercy do I commend
you, as being, my very dear friend,

                       Ever yours, &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCXIX.

                        _To C―――― H――――y, Esq._

                  _New-Brunswick, North-Carolina, November 22, 1764._

_My very dear Sir_,

THROUGH the tender mercy of a never-failing Redeemer, I am thus far
advanced from _Philadelphia_ through _Virginia_, in my way southward.
At _Newburn_ last _Sunday_, good impressions were made. Several
gentlemen after sermon escorted me out of town. From that place to
this, I have met with what they call _New-lights_ almost every stage.
At _Lockwood’s-Folly_ (an unlikely place as _Rome_ itself) there is
to be a general rendezvous of them. This is grace indeed. I am to
call to-morrow on a wealthy planter that seems to lead the van. There
I shall enquire more particulars. I have the names of six or eight
of their preachers. This, with every other place, being open and
exceedingly desirous to hear the gospel, makes me almost determine
to come back early in the spring. Surely the _Londoners_, who are fed
to the full, will not envy the poor souls in these parts, who scarce
know the right hand from the left. As to spiritual things, a few gospel
crumbs in journeying, upon the whole, agrees with me. In less than
a week I hope to reach _Charles-Town_; from thence I purpose to
write again. Tender love to Mr. and Mrs. _B――――_, and to your whole
connections, and all dear dear friends who pray for, and enquire after,
my very dear Sir,

                       Yours, &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCXX.

                            _To Mr. J――――._

                                    _Charles-Town, December 2, 1764._

_My dear Mr. J――――_,

THOUGH I have not had a line from you, since I wrote to you from on
board ship, yet I do not forget our old friendship, and therefore
was glad to hear by my wife’s letter, that you kept your place in the
despised tabernacle, where you and yours have so often met with GOD.
Ere long we shall meet in an upper world,

              Where sin and strife and sorrow cease,
              And all is calm and joy and peace.

I hope you both enjoy large anticipations of this approaching,
uninterrupted, everlasting bliss. Ill and hell-deserving as I am,
a never-failing _Emmanuel_ continues kind to me,

                His presence doth my pains beguile,
                And makes the wilderness to smile.

In a little above a month we came by land from _Philadelphia_. This
morning I am to preach, and to-morrow, GOD willing, shall set forwards
for _Georgia_. Fain would I be a pilgrim to my last gasp. Continue to
pray for me, and remember me most kindly to all friends, as they come
in your way, and assure yourselves, my dear Mr. and Mrs. _J――――_, that
neither of you are forgotten by,

                       Yours, &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCXXI.

                        _To C―――― H――――y, Esq._

                                       _Savannah, December 19, 1764._

_My very dear Sir_,

THIS leaves me sitting, where I would be glad dear Mr. _H――――y_,
_K――――n_, _B――――n_, &c. were for some moments. They would say, never
was a place more commodiously situated for a college. The enclosed will
shew you what providential steps have been taken towards it. All done
without the least hesitation. The colony is rising very fast, nothing
but plenty at _Bethesda_, and all arrears, I trust, will be paid off
before I leave it; so that in a short time I hope to be free from these
outward incumbrances. LORD JESUS, shew me whether I must go directly
to _England_, or make another northern excursion. I wish, if I do
come over, that Mr. _D――――n_ was engaged to stay always in town. Mr.
_D――――s_ seems to come, only because I am not in _London_. My spirits
will not bear the usual care. I hope your dear relations are better
than when you wrote last. Most cordial respects await them, and all
dear, very dear friends. I am obliged to Mr. _L――――d_ for his favour
dated _September 24_. It came to hand yesterday. I wish the voyage may
produce a volume of sermons; but I cannot write when I will. LORD JESUS,
do thou rule both heart and hand! Great favour is here given me, in the
sight of all. This is the LORD’s doing. In my next you may expect many
more particulars. Mr. _D――――n_ hath chartered a ship, and sent orders
for my having a passage _gratis_. Thus the great GOD continues his
unmerited goodness to, my very dear Sir,

                     Ever yours, &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXXII.

                         _To Mr. S―――― S――――._

                                        _Bethesda, January 14, 1765._

_My very dear Friend_,

THROUGH tender mercy, I have been in this province above five weeks.
All things, in respect to _Bethesda_, went on successfully. GOD hath
given me great favour in the sight of the governor, council, and
assembly. A memorial was presented for an additional grant of lands,
consisting of two thousand acres. It was immediately complied with.
Both houses addressed the Governor in behalf of the intended college.
As warm an answer was given; and I am now putting all in repair,
and getting every thing ready for that purpose. Every heart seems to
leap for joy, at the prospect of its future utility to this and the
neighbouring colonies. The only question now is, whether I should
embark directly for _England_, or take one tour more to the northward?
He that holdeth the stars in his right hand, will direct in due time.
I am here in delightful winter quarters. Peace and plenty reign at
_Bethesda_. His Excellency dined with me yesterday, and expressed his
satisfaction in the warmest terms. Who knows how many youths may be
raised up for the service of the ever-loving and altogether lovely
JESUS? Thus far however we may set up our _Ebenezer_. Hitherto the bush
hath been burning, but not consumed.

              Blest is faith that waits GOD’s hour,
              Blest are saints that trust his power.

LORD, I believe, help thou my unbelief! You and yours will continue
to pray for me. Be pleased to accept this as a small token of
acknowledgment for all favours conferred upon, my very dear friend,

              Yours, &c. &c. in our glorious _Emmanuel_,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXXIII.

                           _To Mr. P――――e._

                                        _Bethesda, February 3, 1765._

_My dear Mr. P――――e_,

YOUR kind letter lies by me. Love unfeigned constrains me to answer it.
We have just been wishing that some of our _London_ friends were here.
We have love feasts every day. Nothing but peace and plenty reign in
_Bethesda_, this house of mercy. GOD be praised, for making the chapel
such a _Bethel_. I believe it will yet be a gate of heaven to many
souls. Whether we live or die, we shall see greater things. Remember,
my dear friend, to ask something worthy of a GOD to give. Be content
with nothing short of himself. His presence alone, can fill and satisfy
the renewed soul. Trials only empty the heart, and thereby make way
for further communications from above. Seed time and harvest, summer
and winter, will always succeed each other here. Do you not find it so,
dear Mr. and Mrs. _A――――r_, as well as your friend Mr. _P――――e_? Though
you do not write, I will venture to answer for you――Yes.――Well, then
let us go on, till we enter into our eternal summer, our uninterrupted
harvest. Haste we, haste we; the LORD is at hand! Pray that my tardy
pace may be quickened; get all enquiring friends to join with you; and
believe me to be, my dear Mr. _P――――e_,

                 Yours, &c. in our sympathizing LORD,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXXIV.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                       _Bethesda, February 13, 1765._

_My very dear Sir_,

A FEW days more, and then farewel _Bethesda_, perhaps for ever. Affairs,
as to me, I trust are now brought near a close. The within audit I sent
to the G――――r. Next day came Lord _J. A. G――――n_, to pay his Excellency
a visit. Yesterday morning, they with several other gentlemen favoured
me with their company to breakfast. But how was my Lord surprized and
delighted! After expressing himself in the strongest terms, he took me
aside, and informed me, “that the G――――r had shewn him the accompts,
by which he found what a great benefactor I had been: that the intended
college would be of the utmost utility to this and the neighbouring
provinces; that the plan was beautiful, rational, and practicable;
and that he was persuaded his M――――y would highly approve of, and also
favour it, with some peculiar marks of his royal bounty.” At their
desire I went to town, and dined with him and the G――――r at _Savannah_.
On _Tuesday_ next, GOD willing, I move towards _Charles-Town_, leaving
all arrears paid off, and some cash in hand, besides the last year’s
whole crop of rice, some lumber, the house repaired, painted, furnished
with plenty of cloathing, and provision till next crop comes in, and
perhaps some for sale. Messrs. _D――――n_, _S――――k_, and their wives,
stay till my successors come to supply their places. Only a few boys
will be left, and two of them are intended for the foundation. So that
this year they will be getting rather than expending. Near ten, boys
and girls, have been put out, and the small-pox hath gone through the
house, with the loss of about six negroes and four orphans. Before
which, I think not above four children have been taken off these
twenty-four years. As an acknowledgment of Mr. and Mrs. _D――――n_’s
faithfulness and care, I have made them a present of a bill of exchange
drawn upon you. It is for JESUS, who shed his dear and precious blood
for ill and hell-deserving me. And now it may be, I may see _England_
this summer. But still I cry, who shall roll away the stone? JESUS will
do it for me. And now farewel, my beloved _Bethesda_; surely the most
delightfully situated place in all the southern parts of _America_. I
do not forget your dear relations. What a blessed winter have I had!
Peace, and love, and harmony, and plenty, reign here. Mr. _W――――t_ hath
done much in a little time. All are surprized at it. But he hath worked
night and day, and not stirred a mile for many weeks. Help, help, my
dear _English_ friends, to pray me over, as being, for CHRIST’s sake,
my very dear Sir,

                      Ever yours, theirs, &c. &c.

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCXXV.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                       _Savannah, February 18, 1765._

_My very dear Friend_,

YESTERDAY we had a most cutting parting at _Bethesda_; but blessed be
GOD, for giving me to part from it in such comfortable circumstances!
All arrears are paid off, cash, stock, and plenty of all kinds of
provision before-hand, and under GOD, no danger, at least for this
year, of going back; so that one great load is taken off. What shall I
render unto the LORD of all Lords for this and all other his mercies?

                Praise GOD, my soul, even unto death,
                And raise a song with every breath.

And now my thoughts turn toward _England_. As a proof of it, I have
sent a box in the _Friendship_, Captain _Ball_, directed to you.
The things in the box, for the most part, do belong to Mr. _W――――t_,
and all of them, if I die in my way to _England_. That will be a
blessed voyage indeed! Brethren, pray for us, pray for us; and assure
yourselves of being never forgotten by, my dear old friend,

               Yours, theirs, &c. in everlasting bonds,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXXVI.

                       _To Mr. and Mrs. D――――n._

                                       _Charles-Town, March 5, 1765._

_My very dear dear Friends_,

OFTEN have we thought, and talked of, and if it was lawful, wished
ourselves at _Bethesda_ again. No place like that for peace, and plenty
of every kind. May this find you all enjoying GOD, and each others
company, in a manner the world knows not of! It leaves me in my poor
way, aiming to do a little for Him, who hath done and suffered so much
for ill and hell-deserving me. People of all ranks fly to the gospel
like doves to the windows. The word begins to fall with great weight,
and all are importunate for my longer stay. But next week I expect
to move. Captain _M――――r_, though waited for near two months, is not
yet arrived; Mr. _S――――n_’s Lady comes with him, when you may expect
a more particular letter. He sets off for _Georgia_ immediately upon
his Lady’s arrival. The negroes shirts, &c. are in hand. O that those
_Ethiopians_ may be made to stretch out their hearts unto GOD! I feel
a great compassion for them. Letters from the northward, give sweet
accounts of the spreading of the work of GOD; but I must not enlarge.
So many various calls surround me, that I have scarce leisure to
dispatch my private business. GOD bless you! GOD bless you all in
soul and body, in time and eternity! The parting here hath been
most affecting and awful. Several presume to prophesy, that I shall
certainly and speedily see _South Carolina_, and my beloved, dearly
beloved _Bethesda_ again. I say heartily, Amen! What say you? I shall
not wait for an answer. If the LORD JESUS say amen too, it will do. And
now for the present, adieu. GOD bless you, and fill you all with all
his fulness! Pray hard for us; pray, if possible, that the glorious
_Emmanuel_ would give me to see these parts once more. A blessed work,
I trust, is begun. Grace, grace! Perhaps this is not a parting letter.
You may hear from me more minutely by the Chief Justice; but who knows
what a day may bring forth! _A―――― H――――_’s wife died suddenly, a few
days before my return hither. Others taken, and I still left. LORD
JESUS, quicken my tardy pace! On _Friday_ next, GOD willing, I shall
read prayers and preach in _Ashby-Ferry_ church. Mr. _Z――――y_ hath
preached well here. Dear, very dear friends, continue to pray for me.
Indeed I pray for you night and day; and, GOD willing, this shall be
the constant employ of, my very dear, very dear friends,

                   Ever yours, &c. &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXXVII.

                         _To Mr. S―――― S――――._

                                      _Charles-Town, March 15, 1765._

_My very dear Friend_,

HITHERTO the LORD hath helped: I have had a most pleasant winter. The
inclosed will shew you in what a situation I left _Bethesda_. To put
the finishing stroke to that affair, I fear I must embark for _England_.
Well may I say _I fear_; for indeed words cannot well express what
a scene of action I leave behind. Alas! my _American_ work seems as
yet scarce begun. My health is better, and every day the word of GOD
runs and is glorified more and more. In two days, my wilderness range
commences afresh. In about six weeks I hope to see _Philadelphia_.
From thence, they say, I am to set sail for my native country. But
heaven! a blessed, long wished-for heaven, is my home. Surely, death
will say by and by, “Come up hither.” This, I trust, will find you
and yours mounting aloft. GOD bless you, and all your connections!
Indeed and indeed I owe you much, very much love. As a pepper-corn of
acknowledgment, be pleased to accept these few loving lines from, my
very dear friend,

                   Ever yours, &c. &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                          LETTER MCCCXXVIII.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                             _Wilmington, Cape-Fear, March 29, 1765._

_My very dear Mr. K――――_,

THUS far the LORD hath brought me in my way to _Philadelphia_, from
whence, according to the present scheme, I purpose to embark for
_England_. But I sometimes doubt, whether it is right or not. However,
this is my comfort, that I serve a master who will not suffer the blind,
that desire to know and do his will, to go out of their way. Hitherto
he hath made the wilderness to smile! We had a most cutting parting
from _Charles-Town_. I preached thrice in my way to this place. At
the desire of the Mayor and other gentlemen, I shall stay till next
_Sunday_, and then purpose, GOD willing, to go on my way. Indeed and
indeed, this pilgrimage kind of life, is the very joy of my heart.
Cieled houses and crouded tables I leave to others. A morsel of bread,
and a little bit of cold meat, in a wood, is a most luxurious repast.
JESUS’s presence is all in all, whether in the city or the wilderness.
I hope that you and my other dear metropolitan friends, in the midst of
all your noise, are always hearing that small still voice that whispers,
“Love.” I think much of the late trial of my never to be forgotten
friends at _Cannonbury-house_. Remember, according to promise, you will
be kind enough to act as trustee, and all things are to continue just
as they are, if it should please GOD to bring me to _London_. Now I am
free, GOD keep me so for CHRIST’s sake. Tender love to all. I send them
most cordial salutations, and intreat the continuance of their and your
prayers, in behalf of, my very dear Mr. _K――――_,

              Theirs and yours most affectionately in our
                       never-failing _Emmanuel_,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXXIX.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                _Newcastle, 30 miles from Philadelphia, May 4, 1765._

_My dear Mr. K――――n_,

I AM just come here, in my way to embark from _Philadelphia_. But how
shall I do it? Every where the door opens wider and wider. All along,
from _Charles-Town_ to this place, the cry is, “for CHRIST’s sake
stay and preach to us.” O for a thousand lives to spend for JESUS!
He is good, he is good! His mercy endureth for ever. Help, help,
my dear _English_ friends, to bless and praise Him. The letters by
Captain _Ball_, I hear are sent from _Charles-Town_, in my trunk, to
_Philadelphia_. I expect to receive them this evening. Thanks be to GOD,
all outward things are settled on this side the water. The auditing the
accounts, and laying a foundation for a college, hath silenced enemies
and comforted friends. The finishing this affair confirms my call to
_England_ at this time. But I have no manner of prospect of being able
to serve the tabernacle and chapel. I cannot preach once now, without
being quite exhausted. How then shall I bear the cares of both those
places? But I must beg you and dear Mr. _H――――y_ to continue trustees
when I am present, as well as in my absence. I wish that a ship was
ready now, perhaps I may yet sail from _New-York_. I am praying night
and day for direction. The word runs here, and is glorified. But the
weather, for two days, hath been so hot, that I could scarce move.
To-day it is much cooler. I dread the shaking of the ship. But if it
shakes this tottering frame to pieces, it will be a trading voyage
indeed. As Mr. _Blake_ is not mentioned in your last, I hope he is
recovered. Death will do this for us all. Blessed be GOD, for enabling
young Mr. _Beckman_ to face it so triumphantly! This must be a great
cordial to the afflicted parents. That they, your dear relations,
and all my tried friends, may be comforted yet more and more, is the
earnest prayer of, my very dear Sir,

                   Yours, theirs, &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCXXX.

                           _To Mr. D――――n._

                                            _New-York, June 6, 1765._

_My very dear Friends_,

ACCEPT a few loving parting lines. Next _Sunday_, GOD willing, we sail
in the _Earl of Halifax_ packet. No ship offered at _Philadelphia_.
I am almost too weary to write. JESUS made the wilderness to smile!
Grace! grace! I have received letters from _England_, dated _April 13_,
in answer to those sent from _Georgia_. All say, you must come, or
_Bethesda_ affairs cannot be finished. Expect the first intelligence
after my arrival. In the mean while, cease not to remember us at the
throne of that JESUS; in whose great name, I desire to subscribe myself,
very dear dear friends,

                     Ever yours, &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXXXI.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                           _Plymouth, July 12, 1765._

_My dear dear Mr. K――――n_,

PERHAPS I am arrived a little before the expected time. We have had but
a twenty-eight days passage, in the _Hallifax_ packet, from _New-York_,
which got into _Falmouth_ last _Monday_. I left the vessel near the
_Lizard_, and by the blunder of a drunken fellow, missed the Post on
_Monday_ evening. The transition hath been so sudden, that I can scarce
believe that I am in _England_. I hope, ere long, to have a more sudden
transition into a better country. Come, LORD JESUS, come quickly! I
want a gown and cassock. _Child_, in _Chancery-Lane_, used to make
for me, and perhaps knows my measure. Amazing, that I have not been
measured for a coffin long ago! LORD JESUS, thy will be done! I am very
low in body, and as yet undetermined what to do. Perhaps, on the whole,
it may be best to come on leisurely, to see if my spirits can be a
little recruited. You may write a few lines at a venture to _Bristol_.
dear Mr. _H――――y_ shall hear more particularly the next Post, whatever
rout I take. Had I bodily strength, you would find me coming upon you
unawares; but that fails me much. I must have a little rest, or I shall
be able to do nothing at all. Let no one stir to meet me, it being
uncertain what rout I shall take. The LORD JESUS be with all your
spirits! Ten thousand thousand thanks await you and your dear collegue,
and all your dear friends, for all assistance given to, my dear dear
friends,

                     Ever yours, &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXXXII.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                            _Bristol, July 18, 1765._

_My very dear Friend_,

JUST now, with great joy, I received your welcome letter, I fear the
post will be gone, ere this can be put in. Blessed be GOD, I am a
little better. I have a fine commodious house, and am kept from much
company. You will certainly know my rout. Indeed and indeed, I long to
see my dear Mr. _K――――n_, and my dear Mr. _H――――y_. Stand, my friends,
and insist upon my not being brought out into action too soon. The poor
old shattered bark hath not been in dock one week, for a long while. I
scarce know what I write. Tender love to all.

                     Ever yours, &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                          LETTER MCCCXXXIII.

                           _To Mr. E――――s._

                                            _London, August 3, 1765._

_Dear Mr. E――――s_,

I AM very weak in body, but gratitude constrains me to send you a few
lines of love unfeigned, for your labours of love during my absence
abroad. I rejoice to hear they were blessed. Our friends tell me, that
the sound of your Master’s feet was certainly heard behind you. To Him,
and Him alone, be all the glory! Is not this encouragement, my dear
brother, to go on, and to be instant in season and out of season? If
GOD will work, who shall hinder?

              Give us thy strength, O GOD of power,
              Then let winds blow and thunders roar:
              Thy faithful witnesses we’ll be;
              ’Tis fix’d! we can do all through thee.

Thanks be to GOD, we do not go a warfare on our own charges; the
Captain of our salvation will conquer for and in us. Let us but
acknowledge him in all our ways, and He hath given us his royal word,
that “He will direct and prosper all our paths.”

                  Fix on his work our stedfast eye,
                  So shall our work be done.――――

Our enemies shall be at peace with us, and the very ravens, birds of
prey, shall be obliged to come and feed us. O for an increase of faith!
I hope you have refreshing times from the presence of the LORD, among
your own flock. May grace, mercy, and peace, be multiplied amongst
you! If the common interest of the Redeemer be promoted, I rejoice, yea
and will rejoice. My earnest prayer is, that you, and all that labour
in our LORD’s vineyard, may more and more be taught to give every one
their portion of meat in due season; and may your rod blossom more and
more! O to end life well. Methinks I have now but one more river to
pass over, _Jordan_. And we know of one that can carry us over, without
being ankle deep. How are Messrs. _G――――th, A――――ge_, &c. &c. _S――――k_
and his wife send cordial salutations. I left them labouring on their
_Bethesda_ plan, till the intended college is established. Yet a little
while, and all true labourers shall enter into the joy of their LORD.
Amen! _Hallelujah!_ Cease not to pray for, dear Mr. _E――――s_,

                   Yours, &c. in the blessed JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXXXIV.

                           _To Mr. D――――n._

                                         _London, September 6, 1765_.

_My very dear Friends_,

I AM sorry that matters have been so ordered, as to confine you so
long at _Bethesda_. But you have learned to believe, that the Redeemer
orders all things well. Soon after my arrival, Lord _D――――h_ was put at
the head of the board of trade. This will soon bring _Bethesda_ affairs
to a speedy issue. You will then be released. But indeed and indeed,
in my judgment you had best keep where you are. You will soon repent
coming over. Mrs. _R――――l_, whose husband is lame, is utterly against
your coming. But you must follow your own judgment. Though people
flock more and more, and my health is better, yet I make no secret of
it, that my heart is abroad. Mrs. _R――――l_ tells me strange things of
_B――――y_, and disagreeable things of _P――――y_. O my GOD! shall I have
no prize tickets amongst those I would willingly serve! Well,――the
faithful nurse shall be paid, whether the child lives or dies. You
therefore shall verily have your reward. Excuse enlarging. Captain
_Gunn_ goes to-day. Mr. _Wright_ sends cordial respects. My wife is
gone for a little while into the country. GOD bless you! GOD bless you!
More opportunities of sending will soon offer to, my very dear friends,

               Ever yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Head,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXXXV.

                        _To Mr. A―――― K――――n._

                                        _London, September 20, 1765_.

_My dear Timothy_,

PRAY when are we to have the honour of a visit from you? I believe more
than three weeks are elapsed since you came to _Bristol_. Mr. _Adams_
is to be your collegue here. I purpose for both of you to preach at
the chapel, as well as at the tabernacle. Write an immediate answer,
fixing your time of coming; and you must not think of returning soon.
Mr. _Middleton_ sends me word, that he is blessed at _Plymouth_, and
especially at dock, and that _Kingsbridge_ christians are lively. I
hope it is so at _Bristol_. Blessed be GOD, it is pretty much so in
_London_. LORD JESUS, quicken my tardy pace! Through his never-failing
mercy, I have been better in health for a week past, than I have been
for these four years. O for a thankful and an humble heart! My wife
also returned well, last night, from _Bury_. She indulges this morning,
being weary. But I take it for granted, that you and I rise at five.
Mr. _Adams_’s room will be large for you to breathe in. I shall never
breathe as I would, till I breathe in yonder heaven.

              There sin and strife and sorrow cease,
              And all is calm and joy and peace.

Adieu. Cordial love awaits all where you are, all at tabernacle house,
and all that are so kind as to pray for, and enquire after, my very
dear _Timothy_,

              Yours, &c. &c. in our glorious _Emmanuel_,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXXXVI.

                                        _London, September 28, 1765._

_My very dear Timothy_,

THOSE that are _Timothies_ indeed, shall be honoured of Him, whom they
desire to honour, with a disinterested spirit. I am glad you find old
_Jacob_’s prophecy to be fulfilling. “To _Shiloh_ shall the gathering
of the people be.” Nothing is wanting at _Bristol_, _London_, and
elsewhere, but labourers full of the first old methodistical spirit.
But where to get them is the question. Those that are thus minded,
are almost worn out. I would gladly fly to _Bristol_ if I could; but
I see that it is best to be here for some time. And indeed, things
have always been at such a low ebb, when I have been at _Bristol_, and
matters carried on with so little spirit, that I have generally come
mourning away. If a few, such as Mr. _C――――t_, would exert themselves
steadily, and perseveringly, and proper preachers were sent, something
might be done to purpose. But as neither of these things is likely to
happen, my expectations are not very much raised. However, the residue
of the spirit is in the Redeemer’s hands. Our eyes wait upon Him. From
Him, and Him alone, all kinds of salvation do come. Fain would I have
you up at _London_ for some time, at this season. Mr. _D――――r_ expects
to see you in a clerical habit about _Christmas_. He asked me, if I
would get him a scarf? I answered, that you must have one first. You
may guess how he smiled. However, I really intend you shall preach in
the chapel. I want you also to read the letters, and give me leave to
comment upon them, as my breath will allow. You may return by way of
_Bristol_, or if _Sarah_ is worse, go from hence. I thank you heartily
for making the collections. Never was a cause kept up at such a small
expence; “not by might, or by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD.”
This be our invariable rule. GOD bless and prosper you more and more.
If I have not tired you, I have almost tired, my very dear _Timothy_,

                            Yours, &c. &c.

                                                              _G. W._

_P. S._ Since writing the above, I find providence calls me to _Bath_,
to open good Lady _Huntingdon_’s chapel. GOD willing, I purpose to
set out next _Tuesday_. You must set out for _London_ the same day;
otherwise, it may be, _Bristol_ people will not see me. Adieu. Your
preaching orders, as to time and place, you will receive at your
arrival. That you may do Satan’s kingdom much hurt, is the hearty
prayer of, my very dear man,

                  Ever yours, &c. in our common LORD,

                                                              _G. W._

                          LETTER MCCCXXXVII.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                             _Bath, October 7, 1765._

_My very dear Friend_,

WHAT a providence (as matters have fallen out) that your _Bath_ journey
was prevented! Could you have come, and been present at the opening of
the chapel, you would have been much pleased. The chapel is extremely
plain, and yet equally grand. A most beautiful original! All was
conducted with great solemnity. Though a very wet day, the place
was very full, and assuredly the great Shepherd and Bishop of souls
consecrated and made it holy ground by his presence. I preached in the
morning, Mr. _Townsend_ in the evening. Expect more particulars when we
meet. My moving depends on Mr. _M――――n_’s punctuality. I am to preach
to-morrow night, and have hopes of setting off on _Wednesday_ morning.
GOD give us all grace to work whilst it is day! The time of sickness
and lowness comes, when no man can work. Dear Miss _H――――y_ is happily
fled from all. Happy, happy she. GOD comfort all surviving relatives.
They, as well as you and yours, are never forgotten by, my very dear
Sir,

               Yours, &c. &c. in Him who is all in all,

                                                              _G. W._

                          LETTER MCCCXXXVIII.

                           _To Mr. D――――n._

                                          _London, October 26, 1765._

_My very dear Friend_,

ACCEPT a few hasty but loving lines. Your letters came safe. I thank
GOD for their contents. In return I can inform you, that _Bethesda_
matters are likely to come to a speedy and happy issue. We talk of
my coming over again. It is not impossible, if my health admits. At
present, blessed be GOD, I am better than last year. The word runs and
is glorified in _London_. _Bet D――――y_ must not come here. You have not
been so explicit as was Mrs. _R――――l_ about her. Instead of her, pray
send over a barrel of rice or two, directed to Mr. _T―――― C――――a_, in
_Winchester-street_, near _Moorfields_. Pray inform Mr. _H――――m_, that
I hope to send him some pleasing particulars by the next ship. I have
much to say, but have scarcely a moment left to send you my hearty
thanks and blessing, and subscribe myself, my very dear friend,

              Ever yours, &c. in the glorious _Emmanuel_,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXXXIX.

                       _To ――――, at Sheerness._

                                          _London, January 18, 1766._

_Dearly Beloved_,

NOT want of love, but of leisure and health, hath occasioned you the
trouble of writing a second letter. And now I am sorry to acquaint you,
that it is not in my power to comply with your request. For want of
more assistance, I am confined in town with the care of two important
posts, when I am only fit to be put into some garrison among the
invalids, to stand by an old gun or two. However, my former ambition
still remains, and through the help of your prayers, who knows but this
feeble arm may yet be strengthened to annoy the enemy? If others are
blessed to do any execution, GOD forbid that I should hinder, though
in all things they follow not with us. Let the LORD send by whom he
will send. So that CHRIST is preached, and true evangelical holiness
promoted, I rejoice, yea and will rejoice. GOD keep us all from
flagging in the latter stages of our road! LORD JESUS, quicken my
tardy pace! How little, my LORD and my GOD, have I done for thee, who
hast done and suffered so much for ill and hell-deserving me! Brethren,
pray for us. Ere long we shall meet

              Where sin and strife and sorrow cease,
              And all is calm and joy and peace.

He is faithful who hath promised, who also will do it. _Amen!
Hallelujah!_ To his never-failing mercy do I commend you, as being,
for his great name’s sake, dearly beloved,

             Your affectionate friend and willing servant,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCXL.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                           _Bristol, March 17, 1766._

_My dear Mr. K――――n_,

THE uncertainty of my motions hath made me slow in writing, and a
desire to be a while free from _London_ cares, hath made me indifferent
about frequent hearing from thence. In a day or two, I hope matters
will be determined. If Mr. _S――――d_ comes, I have a mind to stay
a little longer; and if dear Mr. _Howell D――――_ will continue to
officiate, I have a mind to visit _Wales_ for him. Last _Friday_
evening, and twice yesterday, I preached at _Bath_, to very thronged
and brilliant auditories. I am told it was a very high day. The glory
of the LORD filled the house. To-morrow, GOD willing, I return thither
again. Mr. _T――――d_ is too ill to officiate. If any urgent business
requires, be pleased to direct either to this place or _Bath_. Pray
shew my wife this. I hope no news is good news. I trust that the
holy Spirit is moving in Mr. ――――’s family, both on the heads and the
servants of it. Many do think old times are coming round again. Pray
tell Mr. _W――――r_, that I think the letters he hath sent need not go
to _Scotland_ as yet. I sent a packet thither last week. This I write
in the midst of company. Lady _H――――n_ is mounting on her high places.
I wished my two steady friends at _Bath_ yesterday. Mr. _S――――t_ hath
met with a great blessing. Pray, pray for us. All send due respects.
_Tuesday_ or _Wednesday_ next I hope to write again to my wife. Cordial
respects and love attend her, your whole self, dear Mr. _H――――y_ and
sisters, Mr. _Howell D――――_, and all that are so kind to enquire after
and pray for, my dear Sir,

          Theirs, yours, &c. &c. in our never-failing JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCXLI.

                     _To the Reverend Mr. G――――._

                                            _London, April 25, 1766._

_Reverend and very dear Sir_,

NOT want of love, but of leisure and better health, hath prevented
your hearing from me more frequently. I find I cannot do as I have
done. But, through infinite, free, and sovereign mercy, I am enabled
to ascend my gospel throne three or four times a week, and a glorious
influence attends the word. People have indeed a hearing ear, but we
want more preachers. I know the continual cry of your heart is, “LORD,
let thy kingdom come.” The prospect of a large and effectual door
opening among the heathen, blessed be GOD, is very promising. Mr.
_Occum_, the _Indian_ preacher, is a settled humble christian. The
good and great, with a multitude of a lower degree, heard him preach
last week at _Tottenham-Court_ chapel, and felt much of the power and
presence of our common LORD. Mr. _R――――n_ hath preached, and collected
a hundred pounds, and I believe seven or eight hundred pounds more
are subscribed. The truly noble Lord _D――――h_ espouses the cause most
heartily, and his Majesty is become a contributor. The King of kings
and LORD of all lords will bless them for it. O what an honour to be
permitted to do or suffer any thing for JESUS of _Nazareth_! Indeed
and indeed, I want to begin to begin: for hitherto, alas! I have done
nothing.

                Whene’er you see a barren tree,
                Then, O my friend, pray think of me.

LORD JESUS, make me willing to be made willing that thou shouldst dig
and dung around me, that I may at length bring forth some fruit unto
thee. However it may be with unprofitable, ill, and hell-deserving me,
I trust your whole self and all my other dear _G――――_ friends are so
grown as to become tall cedars in the spiritual _Lebanon_. I pray for,
though I cannot write to them. Hearty, special love attend my dear host,
and his yoke-fellow. If possible they shall hear from me soon. I hope
all is well at _Cambuslang_. Blessed be GOD, all will be well in heaven.
Yet a little while and we shall enter into perfect rest. He that cometh
will come, and will not tarry.

              We soon shall hear th’ archangel’s voice;
              The trump of GOD shall sound, Rejoice!

I will not interrupt you. You want to say, _Amen! Hallelujah!_ I only
add, when upon the mount, put in a word for an old friend, who retains
his old name, the chief of sinners, less than the least of all saints,
but for JESUS CHRIST’s sake, reverend and very dear Sir,

                         Your willing servant,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXLII.

                        _To W―――― P――――, Esq._

                                     _Tottenham-Court, May 15, 1766._

THOUGH at present in almost a breathless state, by preaching for the
best of Masters last night, yet a weak worm hopes to be strengthened to
give the holy sacrament at seven next _Sunday_ morning, and, if able,
to preach afterwards at ten. If good Mr. _R――――_ and Lady will come
at near seven to the chapel house, they shall be conducted to a proper
place. I wish them a Pentecost, not only on _Whitsunday_, but every
day, every hour, and every moment of their lives. Our privilege, as
christians, is not to be afraid of, but looking towards, and waiting
for the coming of the Son of GOD. He expects that our lamps should be
trimmed, our loins girded, and our lamps burning. There is oil enough
in him, our glorious _Aaron_, to keep them so. It runs to the very
skirts of his garments, even to the least member of his mystical body,
and therefore to the heart and soul of, dear happy pair,

          Your most willing servant for JESUS CHRIST’s sake,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXLIII.

                        _To W―――― P――――, Esq._

                                     _Tottenham-Court, June 2, 1766._

WHAT a mercy, that GOD’s elect, knit by the blessed Spirit, (that
common centre of unity) in one communion and fellowship, can, though
absent, be present with each other on earth! What an infinitely greater
mercy, that they are assured they shall meet never to part again in
heaven! This may reconcile them to all interruptions of mutual concern
here below. My cloud seems to point towards _Bristol_ and _Bath_; yours
towards _Brighthelmstone_. All travelling the same road, all engaged
in the same errand. How glad will the truly noble Countess be of the
intended visit! How will the hearts both of the visited and visitors be
made to burn within them! She meets with that, which all fond fathers
and apostolic mothers in _Israel_ must meet with; I mean, rebuffs from
her spiritual children. That _monstrous doctrine of sinless perfection_,
for a while turns some of its deluded votaries into temporary monsters.
Happy they who strive to be holy as he who hath called them is holy,
and yet are continually going out of themselves, and relying only on
the glorious, compleat, imputed righteousness of JESUS CHRIST. This
hath a certain happy pair learned, and received CHRIST. Thus may they
be helped continually to walk in him! They will, they will. The meek,
the humble, hungering and thirsty soul will he guide in his ways. But
what am I doing? writing a parting letter? The LORD bless you and keep
you; the LORD make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto
you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace. So
wishes, so prays, dear honoured and happy pair,

             Yours, &c. &c. &c. in an unchangeable JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXLIV.

                           _To Mr. H――――y._

                                               _Bath, June 12, 1766._

LAST night we lay at the _Devizes_. This morning we breakfasted at
_Shaw-House_, near _Melksom_, with Mr. _C――――n_. In my way hither, I
called upon Mrs. _E――――n_. Her account of Miss _Winter_’s decease, was
by no means unpleasant. She was taken suddenly, and though speechless,
continued to smile upon all in a very remarkable manner, till the last
gasp, which was with much struggle. Mr. _P――――s_ is left executor of
the will. Being weary with riding, I think to stay here till after
_Sunday_ morning’s sermon, and then shall set off for _Bristol_. The
horse turns out exceeding well in every respect. I hope you, my dear
Sir, got safe to _London_. That you and all your dear relations, and
all dear friends in town, may, in the glorious _Emmanuel_’s due time,
arrive triumphant in heaven, earnestly prays, my very dear Sir,

                       Yours, &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCXLV.

                           _To Mr. K――――n._

                               _Cottam, near Bristol, June 19, 1766._

_My dear Friend_,

HERE I am, in a large vacant country house, where Mrs. _Wollaston_ was
last Summer. She hath got the start of me; but my turn must come by and
by. As my feverish heat continues, and the weather is too wet to travel,
I have complied with the advice of friends, and have commenced an
hot-well water drinker twice a day. However, twice this week, at six
in the morning, I have been enabled to call thirsty souls to come and
drink of the water of life freely. To-morrow evening, GOD willing, the
call is to be repeated, and again on _Sunday_. By that time, perhaps,
the cloud may point to some particular corner. Dear Mr. _H――――y_ shall
know in due time. Good seasons at _Bath_. Good seasons here. Large
auditories. Grace! grace! I hope that my wife, and yours, and all dear
friends, are well. Cordial love awaits them and dear Mr. _E――――s_, and
all who are so kind as to enquire after, and pray for, my dear friend,

                         Yours, &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXLVI.

                        _To W―――― P――――, Esq._

                                          _London, November 1, 1766._

_Happy Heirs of the Grace of Life_,

BY your giving young Mr. _R―――― H――――_ hints about a proper direction,
I have inferred, that a line, though from one who is less than the
least of all, would not be altogether unacceptable. I am sure my poor
prayers are continually ascending to the throne of grace in your behalf.
I want to have you great, yea very great in the kingdom of heaven.
Have you not found, by your heart’s being warmed with the conversation
of gospel ministers, that your heaven is begun on earth? Dear Mr.
_F――――er_ is become a scandalous _Tottenham-Court_ preacher. I trust
he will come down into your parts, baptized with the Holy Ghost as with
fire. Dear Mr. _R――――n_ hath been much owned in good Lady _H――――n_’s
chapel. Ill and hell-deserving I, am to go thither next week. Dear Mr.
_M――――n_ is detained at _Aldwinckle_, by his children having the
small-pox in town. The shout of a king is yet heard in the _Methodist_
camp. The glorious cry, “What shall I do to be saved,” is frequently
sounding in our ears. Had we more reproach, and were we more scandalous,
more good would be done. Several promise well. Some say _shibboleth_
with a good grace, and very proper accent; others, as yet, can only
say _sibboleth_: but I have heard of one who can teach the tongue of
the stammerer to speak plain. Good Lady _H――――n_ is an excellent school
mistress in this way. The writer of the letter on the other side, seems
to be an apt scholar. The person referred to, keeps house where dear Mr.
_S――――t_ constantly expounds. He is in a consumption. What a mercy that
such a confessor should be sent to prison! I want all the followers of
the Lamb in general, and a certain gospel happy pair in particular, to
grow higher and richer every day towards GOD. Time is short; eternity
is endless; the Judge and judgment are at the door.

              We soon shall hear th’ archangel’s voice;
              The trump of GOD shall sound, Rejoice!
                                        Amen! Hallelujah!

But I must have done. A dear company of ministerial cast-outs are
coming to breakfast under my despised roof. It stinks too much for
worldlings. If you would be so good as to let dear Mr. _Hill_ see the
_Oxonian_ letter, it may be of service. Next _Tuesday_, GOD willing, I
shall read an account of his servant’s death. May the last end of every
christian master be like his! But I cannot die: cold bathing, and cool
weather, brace up my tottering tabernacle. I hope that both to whom
I am writing, enjoy thriving souls in healthy bodies. That they may
increase with all the increase of GOD, earnestly prays,

                Their, &c. &c. &c. in a once crucified,
                        but now exalted JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXLVII.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                           _Bath, November 12, 1766._

_My dear Friend_,

THROUGH mercy I slept at Mr. _C――――_’s, as proposed, but have been
low ever since my coming here. _Bath_ air, I believe, will never agree
with me long. However, if good is done, all will be well. They tell me,
that _Sunday_ and last night were seasons of power. Some we trust were
made willing. I hope you enjoy much of GOD in town. Surely _London_
is the _Jerusalem_ of _England_. Happy they who know the day of their
visitation! Mr. _Whitaker_ writes me word, that he is to be at _Exeter_
the 18th instant: but I have no heart to draw with, or act for him,
till the trust is settled in a proper manner. Besides, I see no
opening here: and Mr. _S――――t_ writes me word, that the door is shut at
_Oxford_. As I am so poorly, I question whether I shall go to _Bristol_
at all. GOD help us to look up, and look out, and our path will be made
plain before us. Remember me to all at Tabernacle, &c. &c. I hope to
write to Mr. _F――――r_ to-morrow or next day, and also to Mr. _H――――y_.
I am just now obliged to go out, and have only time to entreat the
continuance of your prayers in behalf of, my dear friend,

                 Yours, &c. in an unchangeable JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                          LETTER MCCCXLVIII.

                            _To the Same._

                                           _Bath, November 20, 1766._

_My dear Friend_,

ON _Tuesday_ evening I preached at _Bristol_ to a very crouded auditory,
though the weather was very foul. Last night I administered the
sacrament there also. We used near eight bottles of wine. I trust some
tasted of the new wine of the kingdom. This morning, upon my arrival
here, your kind letter gave me great comfort. I want just one week more
to settle _Bristol_ affairs; and have, therefore, written to dear Mr.
_J――――e_ to stay two or three weeks at _London_: Mr. _D――――s_, who they
say is expected here next week, may then officiate for that space of
time at _Bath_, and at Mr. _J――――e_’s leaving _London_, may go up to
town. _Satan_ hath had leave to give Captain _J――――s_ a fine parting
blow. Mr. _C――――_ may be dismissed immediately; and I beg that Captain
_J――――s_ would go through with the Tabernacle work, and stick to it
with his whole heart. I hear nothing as yet of the _Americans_. Letters
may be reserved till my return. I hope at farthest to be in _London_
by next _Tuesday_ se’nnight, and to preach at Tabernacle the following
evening. I was afraid my wife would get cold by her late excursions,
as at other times she is so confined. My hearty love awaits you all.
Be pleased to shew her this. I am afraid that in my next to her, she
will hear of the death of _J―――― S――――_. He is now ill of the present
dangerous fever. O for a heart broken with a sense of sin! Then
shall we look to Him whom we have pierced, and mourn. May this be our
habitual frame! GOD bless you all.

                       Ever yours, &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCXLIX.

                            _To the Same._

                                        _Bristol, November 23, 1766._

_Dear Sir_,

SUCH a numerous brilliant assembly of the mighty and noble, I never
saw attend before at _Bath_. Every thing is so promising, that I was
constrained to give notice of preaching next _Sunday_. I hope the
Redeemer will give us a blessed sabbath. I trust already the arm of the
LORD hath been revealed. Congregations have been very large and very
solemn. O what _Bethels_ hath JESUS given to us! We were filled as with
new wine! O that GOD would make my way into every town in _England_!
Methinks I long to break up fresh ground, and to begin to begin to do
something for JESUS. I am just come here weary, but am going to speak a
few words. This prevents my enlarging; but I could not refrain writing
to one I so dearly love, and to whom I am so greatly obliged. GOD
bless you! GOD bless you and yours! Accept most unfeigned love and
acknowledgments, and still add to my innumerable obligations, by
praying for, my very dear Sir,

                   Yours, &c. in our glorious Head,

                                                              _G. W._

                             LETTER MCCCL.

                        _To W―――― P――――, Esq._

                   _At my Tottenham-Court Bethel, Six in the Morning,
                                                 December 30,  1766._

_My very dear Sir_,

THE _Christmas_ holiday season hath prevented my sending an immediate
answer to your last kind letter. The order therein given shall be
readily complied with, and the love therein expressed, returned, by
praying for the writer’s whole self, and the honourable, christian, and
ministerial circle with which they are at present happily surrounded
with, _four Methodist parsons_. Honourable title! so long as attended
with the cross. When fashionable, (and blessed be GOD there is not much
danger of that) we will drop it. _Four Methodist parsons!_ enough (when
JESUS says, Loose them and let them go) to set a whole kingdom on fire
for GOD. I wish them prosperity in the name of the LORD. _I pre sequar
etsi non passibus æquis._ Fy upon me, fy upon me, fifty-two years old
last _Saturday_; and yet, O loving, ever-loving, altogether lovely
JESUS, how little, yea how very little have I done and suffered for
thee! Indeed and indeed, my dear and honoured friends, I am ashamed
of myself: I blush and am confounded. To-morrow, GOD willing, and
_Thursday_ also, with many hundreds more, I intend to take the
sacrament upon it, that I will begin to begin to be a christian. Though
I long to go to heaven to see my glorious Master, what a poor figure
shall I make among the saints, confessors, and martyrs, that surround
his throne, without some deeper signatures of his divine impress,
without more fears of christian honour. Our truly noble mother in
_Israel_, is come to _London_ full of them. _Crescit sub pondere virtus.
_ She is come out of her cell, with her face shining again. Happy they
who have the honour of her acquaintance! Highly honoured are those
ministers, who have the honour of preaching for and serving her. Good
and honest and dearly beloved Sir _C――――s_, and all your happy circle,
male and female, I am persuaded are of my mind. O this single eye,
this disinterested spirit, this freedom from worldly hopes and worldly
fears, this flaming zeal, this daring to be singularly good, this holy
laudable ambition to lead the van; O it is, what? an heaven upon earth!
O for a plerophory of faith! To be filled with the Holy Ghost. This
is the grand point. GOD be praised that you have it in view! All our
lukewarmness, all our timidity, all our backwardness to do good, to
spend and be spent for GOD, is all owing to our want of more of that
faith, which is the inward, heart-felt, self-evident demonstration of
things not seen. But whither am I going? Pardon me, good Sir: I keep
you from better company. Praying that all (if you live to be fifty-two)
may not be such dwarfs in the divine life as I am, I hasten to
subscribe myself, most honoured friends,

                     Yours, &c. &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCLI.

                       _To Mr. and Mrs. D――――n._

                                             _London, March 4, 1767._

_My very dear Friends_,

THANK GOD that you have been so providentially detained on your
side the water. Indeed you would find it hard to live here. I would
fain have you see _Bethesda_ put on its college dress. That hour, I
humbly hope, is now not very far off. What if we should have one more
interview here below? Happy Mrs. _S――――k_, that is fled to her mansions
above. Blessed be GOD, that there are mansions prepared for us also!

                          O glorious King,
                          Us thither bring
                          To see thy face.

He will, he will, he will. He is faithful who hath promised; he also
will do it. May faith and patience have their perfect work! Adieu, for
the present. My feeble hands are full of work. The shout of the King
of kings is yet amongst us, and hath been all the last Winter. Grace!
grace! To this almighty, never-failing grace, I most humbly commit you;
and with repeated thanks for your steady, disinterested services, beg
leave to subscribe myself, my very dear friends,

              Ever yours, &c. &c. in JESUS of _Nazareth_,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCLII.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                           _Norwich, April 11, 1767._

_My dear Friend_,

STILL I serve a GOD whose mercy endureth for ever. Mr. _D――――n_
received us most gladly. As sweet a gospel excursion as at any time.
The _Cambridge_ interview, I trust, was of GOD. I met, within three
miles of _Norwich_, with another clergyman of the establishment, who
promises well. He heard me last night. It was a night of power: a large
congregation. It will be too large, I fear, to-morrow, though the place
will hold some thousands. I expect to preach twice in my way to town,
which I hope to reach by _Thursday_ evening. But I fear my Spring and
Summer inward fever is returning. If so, my large intended plan of
operations will be much contracted. But future things belong to Him who
orders all things well. Remember me before his throne. Salute dear Mr.
_H――――y_, _D――――s_, and _E――――s_ (if come to town) and all enquiring
friends, and accept the same for your whole self, from, my dear friend,

                 Yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Head,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCLIII.

                            _To the Same._

                                          _Rodborough, May 13, 1767._

_My dear Friend_,

MY new horse failed the first night; but, through mercy, we got here
yesterday about seven in the evening. I was regaled with the company
of some simple-hearted, first-rate old Methodists, of near thirty
years standing. GOD willing, I am to preach to-morrow morning, and
to have a general sacrament on _Friday_ evening. Perhaps I may move
after _Sunday_ towards _Wales_; but must be obliged, I fear, to take
post-horses. I care not, so that I can ride post to heaven. Hearty love
to all that are posting thither, hoping myself to arrive first. This
tabernacle often groans under the weight of my feeble labours. O when
shall I be uncloathed! When, O my GOD, shall I be cloathed upon! But I
am a coward, and want to be housed before the storm. It is nearer and
nearer. Happy they who have fled to CHRIST for refuge! I could enlarge,
but have only time to send you my most unfeigned thanks and most
cordial love, as being, my very dear Sir,

                   Yours, &c. in our glorious Head,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCLIV.

                           _To Mrs. M――――h._

                                          _Gloucester, May 20, 1767._

_Dear Mrs. M――――h_,

AND is the right hand at last cut off? How long, how painful the
operation! How aukward, how uneasy ♦to be without it! But hush, nature:
it is the LORD’s doing. His own right arm shall bring salvation; his
presence shall alleviate the pain. Perhaps the loss of the hand, even
of such a right hand, may, through the powerful influences of the
blessed Spirit, give strength to their feet, and quicken them in their
motion heavenward. The right hand of the LORD can, and I trust will
bring this mighty thing to pass. Only say, “Abba, Father, be it unto
me even as thou wilt;” the answer will be, “This is my will, even thy
sanctification.” But,

                Wheels encircling wheels must run,
                Each in course to bring it on.

Want of time forbids enlarging. I hope your daughter will be now a wise
virgin indeed. We have had good seasons at _Rodborough_. I have been
out twice in the fields. Lady _H――――n_ hath been wonderfully delighted.
She and her company lay at _Rodborough_ house. Dear Mr. _A――――s_ is
going to be married to a good christian nurse. He is sickly in body,
but healthy in soul. That you may enjoy a thriving soul in a healthy
body, earnestly prays, dear Mrs. _M――――h_,

        Your sympathizing friend and servant for CHRIST’s sake,

                                                              _G. W._

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                            LETTER MCCCLV.

                       _To Mr. and Mrs. S――――n._

                                          _Gloucester, May 21, 1767._

_My very dear Friends_,

SURELY your many favours demand a speedy return of thanks. They are all
put down in his book, who is not so unrighteous as to forget any work
of faith, or labour that proceedeth of love. This is the principle from
which, I am persuaded, you act: and a blessed principle it is. It comes
from above, and leads to above. Had I more of this, and bodily strength
proportionable, how would I wing my way! How would I preach for my GOD!
How would I

                  Strive to sing as loud as they,
                  Who shine above in brighter day!

Blessed be GOD, we have reason to praise him whose mercy endureth for
ever. I have preached twice in the open air: thousands and thousands
attended. I am going to preach here this morning in my native city. On
_Sunday_ I hope to take to _Rodborough_ wood again. Good Lady _H――――n_,
&c. were wonderfully delighted. They honoured dear Mr. _A――――s_’s
house with their presence. He is but poorly, and wants a nurse. Perhaps
before next _Sunday_ he may be married to a simple-hearted, plain, good
creature, that hath waited upon him and the preachers near twenty years.
She hath no fortune, but is one who, I think, will take care of, and be
obedient to him for CHRIST’s sake. You may let _Betty W――――d_ see the
contents of this, upon condition that you with her cease not to pray
for, my very dear friends,

                Yours, &c. &c. &c. in our common LORD,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCLVI.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                          _Gloucester, May 25, 1767._

_My dear Friend_,

I AM just setting out in a post-chaise for _Haverford-west_; and have,
therefore, drawn upon you in favour of Mr. ――――, for twenty pounds.
This is expensive. But it is for one, who hath promised not to send us
a warfare on our own charges. We had a most blessed season yesterday.
Thousands and thousands, I trust, heard, saw, and felt. Mr. _Adams_
preached in the evening on, “The LORD is my portion, therefore will I
trust in him.” A good text for a new-married man. I have advised him to
preach next on these words, “The LORD’s portion is his people:” he is
now here. I expected a line. Be pleased to direct to _Haverford-west_.
I beseech you follow me with your prayers. O that the LORD may be my
strength. O that he may quicken my tardy pace, and make me all alive
for his glorious interest! I could enlarge, but must away. My tender
love awaits you and yours. The LORD JESUS bless you, and fill you with
all his fulness. Thus prays, my dear steady friend,

                       Yours in our common LORD,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCLVII.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                      _Haverford-west, May 31, 1767._

_My dear dear Friend_,

YOUR spiritual mind medley was very agreeable. I could wish for a
second dose, but know not what direction to give about sending it. My
rout is not yet fixed. I am just come from my field throne. Thousands
and thousands attended by eight in the morning. Life and light seemed
to fly all around. On _Tuesday_, GOD willing, I am to preach at
_Woodstock_; on _Friday_, at _Pembroke_; here again next _Sunday_ by
eight, and then for _England_. I wish dear Mr. _H――――y_ present, to see
the people:――but,――and there are so many other _buts_ in the way, that
I would not press him. Mr. _D――――s_ is returned in safety. I hope Mr.
_B――――dge_ will not miss of his expected preferment. _Joab_’s hand is
in the _G――――h_ scheme. Rooms are not so lofty or large, prospects not
so pleasant, bedsteads not so easy, in these parts, as in some places
in or near _London_, but all good enough for young and old pilgrims
that have got good breath. Tender love to all. Let all join in prayer
for us. I have been pushing on dear sick Mr. _D――――s_, to go out and
preach six miles off. He is gone finely mounted, and I am persuaded
will return in high spirits. Who knows, who knows but preaching may be
our grand catholicon again? This is the good methodistical, thirty year
old medicine. That you may live to see it revived, and tried a thousand
and a thousand times over, is the hearty prayer of, my dear dear friend,

                        Ever yours, &c. &c. &c.

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCLVIII.

                       _To Mr. and Mrs. D――――n._

                                      _Haverford-west, June 1, 1767._

_My very dear Friends_,

YOU will be so kind as to shew all manner of _Bethesda_ civilities to
the bearer, Mr. _Edward E――――n_. I trust, he hath been truly moved by
the Holy Ghost, to enter into the ministry. With him I hoped to have
sent the charter, or rather brought it; but the hour is not yet come.
You will be glad to hear, that I have strength to preach in the fields.
They are yet white ready unto harvest. Hoping to put forth the gospel
sickle again in my beloved _America_, and wishing you all to increase
with all the increase of GOD, with ten thousand thanks for all your
works of faith, and labours of unfeigned love, I hasten to subscribe
myself, my very dear friends,

              Ever yours, &c. &c. &c. in the best bonds,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCLIX.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                         _Gloucester, June 10, 1767._

_My very dear Friend_,

BLESSED be GOD, I am got on this side the _Welsh_ mountains! Blessed be
GOD, I have been on the other side. What a scene last _Sunday_! What a
cry for more of the bread of life! But I was quite worn down. Blessed
be GOD, I am now better than could be expected. To-morrow evening, GOD
willing, my wife shall know what rout. I hope all are well. I expect
dear Mr. _H――――y_ is gone, therefore I do not write to him. How it
shall please the LORD to deal with me in my next remove, you shall hear.
I count it my privilege to let you know all good news, because I know
it puts gladness into your heart. It is food, it is physic, it is every
thing to a soul that lives near to JESUS. O when shall I begin to live
to Him, as I would! I want to be a flame of fire. I know, my very dear
Sir, you will pray for me. I can never forget you or yours. I am, my
very dear friend,

           Yours most affectionately in our glorious JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCLX.

                                             _London, July 21, 1767._

_My dear Sir_,

I HOPE, ere this comes to hand, you will have taken your second degree.
A good degree indeed: to be a preacher, a young preacher, a mobbed,
perhaps a stoned preacher――O what an honour! How many prayers will you
get when I read your letter at Tabernacle; and the prayers of so many
dear children of GOD will do you no hurt, I assure you. When we are
fighting with _Amalek_ below, it is good to have a _Joshua_ praying for
us above. JESUS is our _Joshua_, JESUS is our intercessor; he liveth,
he ever liveth to make intercession, especially for his young soldiers.
Yonder, yonder he sits: whilst praying he reaches out a crown: at
this distance you may see written in capital letters, _Vincenti dabo_.
All a gift, a free gift, though purchased by his precious blood. Tell
churchmen, tell meetingers, tell the wounded, tell all of this: tell
them when you are young; you may not live to be old: tell them whilst
you are an under graduate; you may be dead, buried, glorified, before
you take a college degree: tell those who would have you spare yourself,
that time is short, that eternity is endless, that the Judge is before
the door: but I can no more,――the thought overwhelms: but with what?
with joy, joy unspeakable and full of glory. Good night! I long to hear
particulars from ――――. If you send me word that young ―――― is there, I
will answer his letter that hath lain by me some time. My poor prayers
await you all. GOD bless you! GOD bless you!

                       Yours, &c. &c. in JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCLXI.

                                            _London, August 6, 1767._

_My dear Sir_,

IT is late; but I must answer your request. The inclosed made me pity,
smile, and rejoice: smile at the writer’s worn-out sarcasms, pity
his ignorance, and rejoice that you are thus called to be a martyr, a
living martyr for our common LORD. Fear not, only go forwards; you know
JESUS, and by preaching will know more. To him that hath shall be given.

            For this let men despise your name,
            You’ll shun no cross, you’ll fear no shame.
            All hail reproach!

If you write _with all deference_, let him know that JESUS hath
revealed himself not only _to_ you by his word, but _in_ you by his
spirit: that you look upon those whom he is pleased to term _deluded_
and _fanatics_, as the excellent ones upon the earth; and that you
choose rather to suffer reproach with them, than to enjoy all the
pleasures of sense, and all the preferments in the world. But why do I
dictate? I trust you to the teachings of that JESUS who hath said, “It
shall be given you in that hour what you shall say.” Where doth this
―――― live? What is the ―――― he mentions? GOD grant it may be a nursery
for what he calls _fanatics_ so long as one stone is left upon another.
One letter more I imagine will rid you of further trouble from this
quarter; expect then attacks from another: but look to JESUS; he will
make you more than conqueror. I thank thee, holy Father, Lord of heaven
and earth, that thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent,
and revealed them unto babes. Even so, Father, for so it seemeth good
in thy sight. Why me, LORD? why me? A sense of this distinguishing love
will make you laugh at all that men or devils can say of or do unto
you. Good night. I must away and pray for you. To-morrow Mr. ――――, &c.
breakfast with me. GOD bless you! Be of good courage: give no way, no
not for a moment.

               Ever yours, &c. &c. in an almighty JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCLXII.

                           _To Mr. A――――s._

                                           _London, August 14, 1767._

_My very dear Tommy_,

I AM sorry to hear you have been sick. This hath been my case. Blessed
be GOD, I am better. Who knows but I may be strengthened to take a
trip to _Scotland_. This itch after itinerating, I hope will never be
cured till we come to heaven. Though laymen occupy both the pulpits,
at _Tottenham-Court_ chapel and tabernacle, congregations increase.
“Not by might or by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD.” No weapon
formed against _Sion_, shall or can prosper. Our _Thursday_ morning six
o’clock tabernacle lecture is crouded. I am looking for, and putting
together old letters. Have you any dated _January_ or _February 1743_?
Could you send to Mr. _E――――s_ of _Ebly_, and enquire how Mrs. _L――――e_
may be directed to? Her husband had many letters from me. How are dear
Mrs. _R――――ts_, and Mrs. _A――――re_? I never forget them in the midst
of all my loves. I hope you are surrounded with warm friends, a most
kind and affectionate nurse, and what is all in all, an infinitely
compassionate never-failing JESUS. To his unchangeable love I most
earnestly commend your whole self, and all dear never to be forgotten
friends. How is poor Mr. _C――――e_? What an hospital is the church!
Blessed be GOD, there are no incurables in it however. Ere long,
we shall be where the inhabitants shall no more say, “I am sick.”
_Hallelujah._ I am, my very dear _Tommy_,

                      Yours, &c. &c. &c. in Him,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCLXIII.

                                           _London, August 26, 1767._

_My dear Sir_,

MR. ―――― hath just now been with me, and shewed me your letter,
expecting also a sight of mine. But my letters are brought late,
and to-morrow I go to preach at Lady _F――――y S――――y_’s. I therefore,
though quite ill, must send you a few lines now. Go to JESUS; learn to
pray of the threatened apostles, _viz._ “And now, LORD, behold their
threatenings, &c. &c.” I am afraid they will only threaten. If an
expulsion should be permitted, it will take place, I believe, only for
a little time, and soon be repented of. Thousands of prayers were put
up for you last _Monday_, at tabernacle letter-day. The verses were
these:

              Give him thy strength, O GOD of pow’r,
              Then let men rage and devils roar;
              Thy faithful witness he shall be;
              ’Tis fix’d, he can do all through Thee.
                                                Adieu.――

                            Ever yours, &c.

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCLXIV.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                         _Leeds, September 11, 1767._

_My very dear Friend_,

THROUGH the tender mercies of our GOD, we arrived here last night about
six o’clock. In the way, I was enabled to preach both at _Northampton_
and _Sheffield_. Good seasons! The _Americans_ were gone the day
before I arrived at the last place; I missed them by coming through
_Chesterfield_ instead of _Mansfield_. All for the best. GOD willing, I
stay here over _Sunday_; perhaps longer. I have seen Mr. _T―――― G――――_;
he seems poorly. Happy they who work for JESUS while it is day! The
night of sickness cometh, when no man can work. LORD, help me to begin
to begin! I have seen but few yet, having desired that no company might
come the last night; by that means I got a little rest, and have now
time to write these few lines. O for heaven! Come LORD JESUS, come
quickly! In my next you will know where to direct. In the mean while,
be pleased to remember me to all at tabernacle, and all enquiring
friends, and accept of love unfeigned, from, my dear old steady friend,

                     Yours, &c. &c. in our JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                            LETTER MCCCLXV.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                     _Newcastle, September 20, 1767._

_My dear very dear Friend_,

PREACHING and travelling prevent writing. Through unmerited mercy, I
am well. Upon the maturest deliberation, after earnest prayer, and for
several peculiar reasons, which you shall know hereafter, I decline
going to _Scotland_ this fall. I have now a blessed methodist field
street-preaching plan before me. This afternoon in the _Castle-Garth_,
to-morrow for _Sunderland_, next day at Mr. _R――――_’s mother’s door,
then to _Yarm_, &c. &c. You may venture to direct for me at Mr.
_William Shent_’s, peruke-maker, at _Leeds_, though I hope to find
a letter when I come there, and to hear all is well. But send me
no bad news, unless absolutely necessary. Let me enjoy myself in my
delightful itineracy. It is good, both for my body and soul. I have
been enabled to preach in the street, at several places, and hope to
go to _Gesborough_, _Whitby_, _Scarborough_, _New Malton_, _York_,
_Leeds_, _Liverpool_, _Chester_, _Manchester_, &c. &c. You shall know
particulars as we go on. Do not forget the society sermon. If it could
be deferred till the beginning of _November_, I might preach. If not,
drop it. Tender love to all friends. Golden seasons, golden seasons!
Grace, grace! I hope to write to the tabernacle next post. Cease not
to pray for,

                    Ever yours, &c. &c. in CHRIST,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCLXVI.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                        _Thirsk, September 28, 1767._

_My dear Friend_,

NEVER was I so long a stranger to _London_ affairs before. But being
detained here, by the persuasion of friends, an express is gone to
fetch what letters may have been sent to _Leeds_. I want to know the
determination about the society sermon, and what part of the paragraph
is true, about the commitment of several persons for a certain robbery.
I hope that death will not be the consequence to any of the criminals.
Father, convict and convert them, for thy infinite mercy’s sake! I
should be glad to ramble till their trial was over. I trust there will
be no necessity of my appearing in person. To-morrow, GOD willing,
as he earnestly desires to see me, I go to Doctor _C――――_’s. Where
the next remove will be, I know not. Be pleased to direct to _Leeds_.
My body feels much fatigue in travelling; comforts in the soul
over-balance. Every stage, more and more convinces me, that old
methodism is the thing. _Hallelujah!_ Come LORD, come! Tender love to
all. Is dear Mr. _H――――y_ come out of _Wales_? An answer to this, and
every question, is requested by, my dear friend,

              Yours, &c. &c. in our glorious _Emmanuel_,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCLXVII.

                       _To Mr. and Mrs. S――――n._

                                         _Leeds, September 30, 1767._

_My dear Friends_,

GRACE, mercy and peace, be multiplied upon you and yours, through JESUS
CHRIST our LORD. Our LORD! Our GOD! Glorious words, glorious thought,
glorious feeling, glorious experience! Enough to make us rejoice with
joy unspeakable; even with a joy that is full of glory.

                          O glorious King,
                          Us thither bring,
                          To kiss thy feet.

O to be instrumental in bringing some with us! This excursion, I trust,
will be over-ruled for that blessed purpose. I have been enabled to go
forth into the highways and hedges, into the lanes and streets, of the
towns and cities. Good old work, good old seasons! Help, help to praise
Him, whose mercy endureth for ever! Get honest _Betty W――――d_ to join
in putting up a word for her poor old master, but for JESUS CHRIST’s
sake, my dear friends,

                          Yours, &c. &c. &c.

                                                              _G. W._

                          LETTER MCCCLXVIII.

                        _To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

                                            _Leeds, October 1, 1767._

_My dear Friend_,

YOUR letter to Mr. _Shent_ reached me yesterday at _Thirsk_, and
hastened me hither. That from _A―――― B――――_, I almost impatiently wait
for. Blessed be GOD, that matters go on so well in town. It is the
same to the LORD, to save by few as by many. Not by might or by power,
but by his spirit, all things are to be brought about. By his divine
permission, I purpose preaching the society sermon. It may be on the
_Wednesday_ or _Thursday_ before the 31st of this month. I purpose
being in town the 22d or 23d. But why should not the sermon be preached
at tabernacle? Is not the feast to be kept at that end of the town?
Are not the major part of the society dissenters? Is there not to be
a collection? Excuse haste; my tender love to all. You may yet direct
to _Leeds_. Captain _Scot_ preaches this evening. Cease not to pray for
one, who doth not deserve the rank of a common soldier in CHRIST’s army.
His name is, “Less than the least of all,” but

                            Yours, &c. &c.

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCLXIX.

                           _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._

                            LETTER MCCCLXX.

                           _To Mr. W――――y._

                                     _Huthersfield, October 6, 1767._

_My dear Mr. W――――y_,

HOW is death scattering his arrows all around us! even into our
houses. Perhaps, ere now, your dear yoke-fellow, as well as dear Mr.
_Langworthy_, and Mr. _Wright_’s mother, are laid in the silent grave.
Surely, the call to us is loud, yea very loud. Its language is quite
articulate. “Watch and pray, for ye know not at what day or hour the
Son of man cometh.” What is this world? nothing, less than nothing.
What is the other world? An eternity; an eternity of endless misery or
endless bliss. LORD JESUS, quicken our, at least my tardy pace! I see
more and more, that we have no time to trifle, to be light, foolish, or
worldly minded. A fever, a burning fever may come with a commission to
burn up our bodies. It spares neither Duke nor Prince. Happy they, whom
it finds burned up with the fever of divine love. That living and dying,
this may be your happy lot and frame, is the hearty prayer of, dear Mr.
_W――――y_,

          Your real friend and servant in the glorious JESUS,

                                                              _G. W._

                           LETTER MCCCLXXI.

                           _To Mr. A――――s._

                                          _London, October 12, 1767._

_My very dear Tommy_,