♦LETTER MCCLXV.
To Mr. S—— S——.
Rodborough, May 21, 1762.
My very dear Friend,
THOUGH I hope to be in London on Tuesday or Wednesday next, yet I cannot come thither without troubling you with another line. Blessed be God, it leaves me in better bodily health, than when I wrote last. Through divine mercy, preaching four or five times a week did not hurt me; and twice or thrice I have been enabled to take the field: in my opinion, a greater honour than to be monarch of the universe. London cares, and London labours, I expect, will soon bring me low again. But as Messrs. D—— and K—— are coming up, I hope soon to slip away and get strength, and then hunt for precious souls again. How gladly would I bid adieu to cieled houses, and vaulted roofs! Mounts are the best pulpits, and the heavens the best sounding-boards. O for power equal to my will! I would fly from pole to pole, publishing the everlasting gospel of the Son of God. I know you would lend me the wings of prayer. Jesus in answer give the wings of faith and love, and we shall then quickly soar to thy bosom, where
Sin and strife and sorrow cease,
And all is calm and joy and peace.
I write this at a house built for dear Mr. A——s. From his window is a prospect perhaps of thirty miles. I have wished you here with your telescope. But if the footstool is so glorious, what must the throne be? Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly! I am interrupted by company. Good night, my very dear friend, good night! Most cordial respects await dear Mrs. S—— and your daughter. Dear Mr. A——s is weak like myself, but joins in sending due and hearty respects. We have had most blessed seasons. Grace! grace! In heaven you will be rewarded for all favours conferred on
Yours, &c. &c. in the best bonds,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXVI.
To Mrs. C——.
London, May 28, 1762.
Dear Mrs. C——.
I AM just now come to town for a few days, sensibly better by my country excursion. Once more I have had the honour of taking the field, and have now some hopes of not being as yet quite thrown aside as a broken vessel. Help me to praise Him, whose mercy endureth for ever. Why do you persist in keeping poor Mr. D—— in suspense? If not done before, I expect to marry you both immediately upon my arrival, but do not stay for that. Your hint about Mr. S——’s being inclined to the ministry, made me smile. Mr. R——’s account shall be paid as soon as possible. But I beg no such thing may be done again. This is wrote in very great haste, hearing that the ship is gone. I wrote to all from Bristol, very lately. This must now do for all. God bless and reward you. Amen and Amen! I am, dear Mrs. C——,
Yours, &c. &c. in Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXVII.
To Mr. R—— K——n.
Norwich, July 31, 1762.
My very dear Friend,
THOUGH you never mentioned a word concerning the letter I sent you when at Bristol, yet this doth not discourage me from dropping you a few lines, now I am put into Norwich-Dock, in order to refit for another expedition. The Holland one last month, was, I trust, profitable to myself and others; and if ever my usefulness is to be continued at London, I must be prepared for it, by a longer itineration both by land and water. At present, blessed be God, I can preach once a day, and it would do your heart good to see what an influence attends the word. All my old times are revived again. On next Monday, God willing, I shall set forwards to Lincolnshire, Yorkshire, &c. You that are in cieled houses, and under vaulted roofs (which I do not grudge you) will not forget a poor pilgrim, who desires no other pulpit but a mount, no other sounding board but the heavens. I hope dear Mr. J—— is recovered of his indisposition, and that your wife and his, with yourself, are increasing with all the increase of God. My cordial respects and most hearty love attend you, and all that are so kind as to enquire after a worthless worm. As I shall not write to-night, be pleased to inform my wife that you heard of my welfare, and in so doing, you will add to the obligations already laid upon, my very dear Mr. K——n,
Yours, &c. in our Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXVIII.
To the Reverend Mr. T——.
Edinburgh, September 2, 1762.
I AM just this moment returned from Glasgow, where I have been enabled to preach every day, and twice at Cambuslang. Auditories were large, and Jesus smiled upon my feeble labours. God willing, I shall leave this place on Wednesday next; but I despair of seeing you. I have heard nothing of Mr. M——n and V——n since I left them at Leeds. What a mercy, that we are sure of meeting in heaven! Surely, you will not go before me thither. Must it be always juniores priores? Adieu. Cordial respects await your whole self. Lord Jesus be with your spirits! I fear the carrier will be gone. Accept these few rusty filings from, my very dear friend,
Yours, &c. &c. &c. in our glorious Jesus,
G. W.
September 9.
Thus far I went on Friday; but found that was the wrong day to send. Since then, I have been helped to preach every day. The Kirk hath been a Bethel. Grace! grace! On Monday, God willing, I shall set off. Follow with your prayers.
Yours, &c. &c.
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXIX.
To Mr. D——.
Sunderland, September 19, 1762.
My dear Mr. D——,
I CAN only send you a few lines: but I hope they will be acceptable ones. Your last packet came to my hands yesterday. Blessed be God that all is so well! You will be glad to hear, that I can preach once a day, and that I have now a prospect of embarking soon. We expect peace, and I hope the places in London will be provided for. Pray keep the family as small as you can. Sickness lowers my circumstances. But Jesus is all in all. I hope to see dear Mr. S——k’s friends in a few days. I am glad he is at Ephrata. Tender love to him and his, to dear Mrs. C——, Mrs. P——l, and to all. I can no more. I write this at a venture, to send by way of Scotland, where the Redeemer hath been owning my feeble labours. Grace! grace! When I come to London, God willing, you shall hear again from, my very dear friends,
Yours, &c. &c. in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXX.
To Mr. R—— K——n.
Leeds, September 25, 1762.
Dear Sir,
WHAT a pity that I cannot answer your kind letter, by telling you where to meet me! but it is impracticable. I am just now setting forwards towards London, but fear I cannot reach it before Sunday. My chaise wanted repairing here. O how good hath Jesus been to a worthless worm! Once a day preaching, I can bear well; more hurts me. What shall I do with the chapel and tabernacle? Lord Jesus, be thou my guide and helper! He will! he will. Send word to tabernacle that you heard from me. We have had sweet seasons. Grace! grace! To his never-failing mercy do I commend your whole dear self, and all that are so kind as to enquire after, my very dear friend,
Yours, &c. in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXI.
To Mrs. C——.
London, October 15, 1762.
Dear Mrs. C——,
I WISH to answer your last in person. I hope the time is now drawing near. I count the weeks, and days, and hours. Lord Jesus, direct my goings in thy way. Blessed be God that you live in such harmony! A house thus united in Jesus, will stand. I shall bring only one Mr. W——t, who takes care of me. I would not have Mr. H——s to think of stirring till he sees me. This I write in great haste. I am enabled to preach once a day. Give thanks! give thanks! and continue to pray for, dear Mrs. C——,
Yours, &c. in our glorious Emmanuel,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXII.
To Mr. A—— K——.
Bristol, Numbers 29, 1762.
GOD willing, I shall set off for Plymouth to-morrow morning, and hope to see you all on Thursday evening, or Friday. Let grand preparations be made; as a candle, a book, and a table. Above all, much prayer, that I may not again relapse at Plymouth; as Bristol people do threaten me for coming at this time of the year. Blessed be God, we have good seasons. I like Mr. B——n’s, better than a boarding school for little maidens. A word to the wise is enough. Adieu! The Lord be with you all. Cease not to pray for, my dear Timothy,
Yours, &c. in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXIII.
To Mr. S—— S——.
Plymouth, December 4, 1762.
HOW was I disappointed, two Mondays, of seeing and conversing with my very dear Mr. S——! London, London, how dost thou weigh this mortal body down! If it be no odds, I would visit my dear friend again on a Wednesday. Perhaps on that day I may not be so fatigued. I feel in preaching, what you do in business. However, I must not complain. Once a day, I can manage quite well. Bristol was a refreshing place indeed. Congregations were very large, and a most gracious gale of divine influences attended the word preached. Being under a positive promise to come here before I left England, I embraced this opportunity. Through mercy, I preached last night, and find no hurt this morning. Many young people, I hear, are under great awakenings. May such hostilities never cease! O to begin to begin to wage an eternal war with the devil, the world, and the flesh. Still continue to help me, dear Sir, with your prayers. I would fain die sword in hand. You will not blame me for this ambition. I believe you are pretty much tinctured this way yourself. The Captain of our salvation approves of it. That in all your spiritual battles, He may be your shield and exceeding great reward, is the hearty prayer of, my invaluable friend,
Yours, &c. &c. in the best bonds,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXIV.
To Mrs. Elizabeth W——d.
Plymouth, December 5, 1762.
YOU did very wrong, in not letting me know of your mother’s necessities. She was a widow indeed. But now she is above the reach of every thing. O for patience to wait till we are sent for to that place, where the weary are at rest! I am weary of the world, of the church, and of myself. But Jesus will not leave us in the latter stages of our road. Blessed be his name, we have had pleasant seasons at Bristol, and two good gales here. I cannot get up to London till near Christmas-day. As affairs are circumstanced, every thing there tends to weigh me down. O that patience may have its perfect work! Let me always know your wants. It is your own fault if you lack any thing, whilst I have a farthing. You and your friend must prepare a great entertainment; for I intend dining with you when I come to town. Ere long we shall sit down and eat bread in our heavenly Father’s kingdom. Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly! I know who joins in saying, Amen! with, my dear old faithful friend and servant,
Yours, &c. for Christ’s sake,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXV.
To Mr. R—— K——n.
Plymouth, December 5, 1762.
My dear steady Friend,
I MUST not be out of town, without sending my dear Mr. K——n a few loving lines. Blessed be God for a few steady friends! they are rarities even in the church of God. But the church is in a wilderness; ere long it will be in Canaan. No briars or thorns there. All glory be to Him who hath prepared such a rest for the purchase of his blood. Amen. Hallelujah! You will be glad to hear, that both here and at Bristol, souls are under real awakenings. Though I preach in much weakness, an infinitely condescending Jesus vouchsafes to come down in glorious gales of his blessed Spirit. This is all in all. But these are only streams. Ere long we shall drink at the fountain head. Do you not long to leap your seventy years? Blessed be God, we are nearer and nearer. Fly, fly, O time! welcome, welcome long wished for eternity! But I must not enlarge. We are going to the Lord’s table. Adieu! Hearty love awaits your whole self. In heaven I will thank you for all favours conferred upon, my dear friend,
Yours in the Friend of sinners,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXVI.
To Mr. A—— K——.
Bristol, December 12, 1762.
THROUGH divine mercy, we got here yesterday about three in the afternoon, all well, excepting that I lost my watch in the way. If it teacheth me to be more on my watch in the best things, it will be rather a gain. Lord, help me in every thing to give thanks! I do not repent my Plymouth journey. Thanks to all for their great kindnesses. Thanks, eternal thanks to the God of all, for giving us his presence! It is better than life. I have not yet seen your daughter, but I hear she is well. Tell Sarah not to murder so dear a child. Hugging to death is cruelty indeed. You will take the hint about my little servitor. I charge you both, as you will answer it at the bar of God, to teach them to be servant like, but not servile. Adieu! I must away to sacrament. O for such a one as we had last Sunday! I felt, I felt parting! O for the time when we shall part no more! Tender love to Mr. S——, his mother, brother, Mr. D——, and all; your servants not excepted. Sarah, adieu! Mind and get up in a morning to pray, before you get into shop. I make no apology for this, because you are a friend to, my dear man,
Yours, &c. in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXVII.
To Mr. R—— K——n.
Thursday evening. January 15, 1763.
My dear Friend,
DO meet me to-morrow by two o’clock, or rather one, at Mr. B——n’s, at Cannonbury-house. I have something of importance to communicate. Not to keep you in suspense, it is to beseech you, jointly with Mr. H——y and Mr. B——n, as trustees, to take upon you the whole care, both inward and outward, of the affairs of Tottenham-court chapel and tabernacle, and all other my concerns in England: this one thing being settled, I have nothing to retard my visit to America, to which I think there is a manifest call at this time, both as to the bracing up my poor feeble crazy body, and adjusting all things relating to Bethesda. O that the Lord may incline your heart to accept this trust! It will take off this ponderous load that oppresses me much. Consider, dear Sir, it is for God! for whose glory, I am convinced that you and my other dear friends have a single eye and disinterested heart. O may he richly reward you for this and all your labours of love! Fail not of meeting me at the time and place above-mentioned. Mr. H——y and Mr. H—— D——s, God willing, will be there. The Lord Jesus be with us all! My dear friend,
Yours, &c. &c. indeed and indeed, in Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXVIII.
To Mr. R—— K——n.
Leeds, March 6, 1763.
My very dear Friend,
YOU have heard, I suppose, of my progress to, and employ at Everton. Jesus was there. Last Thursday evening we came to these parts, where I have preached twice, and been closely employed in writing my little piece entitled, Observations, &c. in answer to the Bishop of Gloucester. Perhaps a day or two more may compleat it. Say nothing, but pray on. The next letters may be directed to Edinburgh, under cover to —— H——n, Esq.; Post-Master general. You shall hear, God willing, when I have fixed upon a ship. And I know you will pray that Jesus may be my convoy.
Only Thou our leader be,
And we still will follow Thee.
I could enlarge, but must away to my throne. Tell all at Tabernacle and Chapel, where this leaves me. I send them and your whole self most tender love, and ten thousand thanks; and beg you would add to my obligations by praying for, my very dear friend,
Yours, &c. &c. in our common Lord,
G. W.
Postscript, To Mr. J——e.
My dear Sir,
ACCEPT a few lines from an old friend that loves you and yours dearly. I would not be given to change, but, like my Master, love to the end. His blessing be on you both! Accept thanks unfeigned for all favours, and cease not to pray for, my very dear Mr. J——,
Yours, &c. in Ours,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXIX.
To Mrs. M——.
Newcastle, March 13, 1763.
Dear Mrs. M——,
IT hath given me concern, since I left town, that through bodily weakness, multiplicity of business, and pain of parting, I forgot to answer your request about your deceased son. If not too late, something like this may be inserted:
“Near this place lies interred, William Middleditch, aged twelve years, a desirable promising child; but an all-wise God thought proper to remove him ——, 1762. His surviving parents desire to subscribe to the divine will, and to say, The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away: blessed be the name of the Lord.”
Ere long somebody will be writing an epitaph for our tombs. Change of place doth not change my sentiments. “Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly,” is the constant language of my heart. This leaves me thus far advanced towards Scotland, where just such a ship as I want awaits me. How good is Jesus! Fain would I sing,
Lord, obediently I go,
Gladly leaving all below.
I am sorry to find by the papers that Mr. B—— is taken up. To take no notice would be the best method. A prison or outward punishment is but a poor cure for enthusiasm, or a disordered understanding. It may increase but not extinguish such an ignis fatuus. Lord Jesus, give us all a right judgment in all things! Farewell. Brethren, pray for us. We have had pleasant seasons at Everton, Leeds, Aberford, Kippax, and here. Tender love to all that are so kind as to enquire after a worthless worm. That you may be so supplied as not to miss me one moment, is the earnest prayer of, dear Mrs. M——,
Your sincere friend and ready servant in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXX.
To Mr. S——.
Newcastle, March 13, 1763.
My very dear Friend,
I CANNOT go further, without dropping you a few lines. They leave me thus far advanced in my journey to Scotland. My friends write me word, that the ship Jenny, Captain Orr, a very discreet person, sails from Greenock to Boston the middle of April. You will pray, that the God of the sea and dry land will give me a safe, and, if agreeable to his will, a speedy passage. On the road we have been favoured with some sweet seasons. I have preached at Everton, Leeds, Kippax, Aberford, and this place. Next sabbath I hope to be at Edinburgh. On my way, I was enabled to finish a little thing in answer to the present Bishop of Gloucester. If my friends think proper to print it, you will find a parting testimony left behind me for the good old Puritans and free-grace Dissenters, whom he sadly maligns. Bless it, glorious Emmanuel, and it shall be blessed! Follow me, follow me, my very dear Sir, with your constant prayers. Mine will always be ascending for you and yours. Indeed I owe you much love! You have often strengthened my hands in the Lord. Fain would I sing,
Lord, obediently I go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only Thou my leader be,
And I still will follow Thee.
And now, my dear friend, farewell. Ere long we shall meet in a better climate, where
Pain and sin and sorrow cease,
And all is calm and joy and peace.
Most cordial respects await dear Mrs. S—— and your daughter, if continued in this dying world. Expect to hear, from time to time, from, my very dear Sir,
Yours, &c. &c.
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXXI.
To Mrs. W——.
Edinburgh, March 19, 1763.
Dear Mrs. W——,
I WAS quite concerned to see you so ill as I passed by you. I charge you to want for nothing. Speak to Messrs. K——n or H——y: they will supply you at any time. Do not be afraid to go to the Tabernacle house. I will own and stand by my dear steady and faithful servants and helpers. Such a one you have been. O for heaven! There are no thorns and briars amongst God’s people there. May our present ones fit us more and more for that place where
Sin and strife and sorrow cease,
And all is calm and joy and peace.
Follow me with your prayers. Tender love to all the conference. I have no doubt of the Lord’s being with them. God be with you all evermore! We have had good seasons at Everton, Leeds, Newcastle, &c. in the way. Grace! grace! In about a month I expect to sail. A good stock of prayers in that time, may be laid up for, dear Betty, my old faithful friend and servant,
Yours, &c. &c. in Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXXII.
To the Reverend Mr. T——.
Edinburgh, March 26, 1763.
My dear Friend,
WHY not see each other once more? Perhaps, after my return from Glasgow, I may be here a fortnight. My poor tabernacle is so far restored, as to mount the gospel throne once a day. Perhaps the sea air may brace me up a little more: but after all, it is only like the glimmering of a candle before it goes out. Death will light it up in a better world. Work on, my dear son, work on. The night cometh when no man can work. O that I had done more for the blessed Jesus! O that I could think more of what he hath done for me! Never mind being counted singular. O that you may be more and more vile every day! Happy they that are safe landed!
————And happy, happy we,
Who soon their company shall see!
It is but for a little indeed. Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly! I know you will heartily say, Amen. Cordial respects await Mrs. T——. The Edinburgh prescriptions were the most blessed to me. My spirits are much brisker than when here last. Grace! grace! O to lie low! Adieu, my dear friend.
Yours, &c. &c. &c. in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXXIII.
To Mr. R—— K——n.
Edinburgh, March 26, 1763.
My dear Mr. K——n,
I THANK you for your kind letter, and thank the Lord ♦of all lords that matters go on so well. I am more than easy. The Redeemer hath directed my choice, and will bless, assist, and reward those employed. Ten thousand thanks to you all. You may act as you please with respect to Mr. ——. His attending the Tabernacle when I was well, and leaving it ever since I have been sick, doth not look well at all: but please yourselves and you will please me. Do not consult me in any thing, unless absolutely necessary. The Lord, I trust and believe, will give you a right judgment in all things. But O follow me with your prayers. On Monday I am going to see about the ship. Now we have peace abroad, Lord Jesus give us peace at home! I am sorry my little piece, entituled Observations, &c. is not come out yet. Tender love to all. My dear old friend,
Yours, &c. &c. in Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXXIV.
To Mr. W——y.
Edinburgh, April 8, 1763.
Dear Mr. W——y,
I THANK you for your kind remembrance in Mr. W——’s. Indeed I do not forget you. O that you may be a steady follower of Him, who was not ashamed of being called the carpenter’s son! My prayer to him is, that you may be daily more and more built up in his most holy faith. But the way to heaven is a narrow way. No elbow room for our lusts. What a blessing this! Lord Jesus, make us willing to be made whole! Adieu. Tender love to all enquiring friends. I trust their prayers are heard. The Redeemer vouchsafes to smile upon the feeble labours of, my dear Mr. W——y,
Yours, &c. in Him,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXXV.
To Mr. K——n.
Leith, May 14, 1763.
My dear old steady Friend,
WHY so fearful of writing a longer letter? The longer the better. Blessed be God, though disappointed in embarking, by reason of sickness, I can read, and write, and hope (notwithstanding a little cold, which threw me somewhat back this week) soon to get upon my throne again. The news about the congregations, you may well guess rejoiced my poor heart. Surely Mr. H—— will not get to heaven before me too. What an age do we live in! Children thus to take the lead of their parents. Heavenly Father, not my will, but thine be done! I expect to-morrow’s interview. A single eye will carry us through all. A catholic spirit is the plague of bigots. Lord Jesus, cure them of their bad distemper! I rejoice to hear that good Lady H——n is so supported. Pray remember me in the kindest manner to dear Mr. H——y. As I have not heard from him for two or three posts, I fear he is worse. Pray let him know of my sending this; and inform him of my having been able to go upon the water to-day for several hours, and by land afterwards. Others can die, but I cannot. Father, thy will be done! What a God do I serve? Physicians, friends on every side of me. And what is all in all, the great physician comforting my soul. Thank, O thank him in behalf of a worthless worm. Tender love to Mrs. K——n, Mr. and Mrs. B——n, Mr. and Mrs. J——, and all dear friends, who are so kind as to be concerned for me. You will be very fine when all is painted. Blessed be God, I approve your conduct, and love your spirit. Lord Jesus, make us all glorious within! I must drop a line to dear Mr. A—— about Mr. H——, or you should have more from, my dear old steady friend,
Yours, &c. &c. &c. in Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXXVI.
To the Reverend Mr. T——.
Greenock, June 4, 1763.
My dear Friend,
A THOUSAND thanks for your kind letters. Jesus is kind. I am better, and just going on board the Fanny, bound to Rapanach, in Virginia. Yours to good Lady H——n is taken care of. I hear her daughter died well, and that her Ladyship is comforted and resigned. Blessed be God! Adieu. Follow me with your prayers, as being
Ever yours, &c.
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXXVII.
To the Reverend Mr. G——.
Greenock, June 4, 1763.
STRANGE! that I should not see one whom I so dearly love. Dear Mr. S—— will tell you the reasons. I expect to be called every moment. God bless and reward you and yours. The diploma was sent to Edinburgh to be signed by Mr. Trail, but hath miscarried. I wrote to Mr. Hamilton to send it by the Diligence, which is to sail in about six weeks to Boston. Expecting to be called every moment, I can only hasten to subscribe myself, reverend and very dear Sir,
Ever yours, &c. &c. in Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXXXVIII.
To Mr. S—— S——.
At Sea, July 15, 1763.
My very dear Friend,
I HOPE that this will find you and yours prospering both in soul and body. It leaves me looking towards Virginia but only as an harbour in my way to an infinitely better port, from whence I shall never put out to sea again. Through mercy I have been surprizingly kept up during the voyage, long but not tedious. Jesus hath made the ship a Bethel, and I enjoyed that quietness which I have in vain sought after for some years on shore. Not an oath to be heard even in the greatest hurry. All hath been harmony and love. But my breath is short, and I have little hopes, since my late relapse, of much further public usefulness. A few exertions, like the last struggles of a dying man, or glimmering flashes of a taper just burning out, is all that can be expected from me. But blessed be God, the taper will be lighted up again in heaven. The sun, when setting here, only sets to rise in another clime. Such is the death of all God’s saints. Why then should we be afraid? Why should we not rather by faith be looking through the windows of mortality, and daily crying, “Why are his chariot wheels so long in coming?” We had need of patience, especially when the evil days of sickness and declining age come. But we serve a Master who will not forsake his servants when grey headed. When heart and flesh fail, God, even our God in Christ, will be our portion and confidence for ever. Does my dear Mr. S—— repent that he served and worked for Him when young? Is dear Mrs. S—— sorrowful that he was the God of her youth? Or is Miss now thinking that she hath lately made a wrong choice? No, no: I will venture to answer for them all. Let us, therefore, love our Master, and not go from him. Who knows but our latter end may yet increase? If not in public usefulness, Lord Jesus, let it be in inward heart-holiness, that we may daily ripen for the full enjoyment of thyself in heaven! I know who says, Amen; I add Amen, and Amen! and so subscribe myself, with ten thousand thanks for all favours, my dear friends,
Yours, &c. &c. in our Jesus,
G. W.
August 24.
P. S. Since writing the above, we have been exercised by contrary winds, thunders, lightenings, &c. but out of all the Lord hath brought us, and we came within the Cape last night. Help me to praise him, O my friends.