so seldom from me. Twice have I endeavoured to answer your last kind letter, but have been prevented, by want of health, a multiplicity of business, and frequent removes from place to place. About three weeks ago I was sent for up to London to see my wife, but she is not yet arrived. However, it has been over-ruled to the bringing me here, where I have been preaching every day for this week past, to very large and attentive auditories, who come to hear with great eagerness. I hear of many that are brought under convictions, prejudices seem to be universally removed, and a people that but a week ago were speaking all manner of evil against me, are now very desirous of my staying longer amongst them to preach the everlasting gospel. What cannot God do? After I remove hence, I purpose, God willing, to take a tour into Wales, where Mr. H tells me the work is upon the advance. We have lately renewed our connection, and whether I stay in England or go abroad, he and some more have agreed, in the strength of the Lord, to continue preaching at the Tabernacle and elsewhere as formerly. At London, matters have advanced successfully. Real good has certainly been done among the Rich, and the Poor receive the gospel with as much gladness as ever. My outward embarrassments are much lessened, and I hope ere long to be able to say, "I owe no man any thing but love." Many doors are open, and I have thoughts, if possible, of seeing Scotland this year. But at present I am in a strait, and continually saying, "Lord, what wouldest thou have me to do?" Sometimes I think I must either drop my English or American work; but our Lord knows best how to dispose of me. I would be as clay in his hands, and ready to go whithersoever he is pleased to call me. I should be glad to hear of a revival at C; but, dear Sir, you have already seen such things as are seldom seen above once in a century. I am afraid that some good men's calculations about the latter-day glory are premature, and that it is not so near at hand as some imagine. This is our comfort, a thousand years in the Lord's sight are but as one day. He that comes, will come, and will not tarry. Take courage, my dear Mr. M; look up, and go on your way rejoicing. You will remember me most kindly to your dear yoke-fellow, Nathaniel, little R, and the
