soul is out of their reach. I am content to wait till the day of judgment for the clearing up of my character: and after I
am dead, I desire no other epitaph than this, "Here lies G. W. what sort of a man he was, the great day will discover." O my dear Sir, what a blessed thing is it to have the Redeemer to be our friend. If we can but truly say, "I know that my Redeemer liveth," how safely may we put our souls into his hands, as into the hands of a faithful creator! I hope my dear Mr. D will not rest till he can say so.—The frequent indispositions of body that you are under, are so many loud calls to prepare for another world.—Nothing but the righteousness of Christ imputed, and the holiness of Christ imparted to your soul, can make you happy in a dying hour. I could enlarge, but must away. With this, I have sent you a dozen of my nine sermons, to be disposed of as you think best. I would send more, but have very few left. I would write to Esquire R, and some other gentlemen, but have not the least leisure. Be pleased to remember me to them in the kindest manner, as they come in your way, and let them know they are not forgotten by me. Will your dear yoke-fellow, and all your family, accept of my hearty love? I owe you much. May the Lord Jesus reward you a thousand-*fold! He will, he will. Last night Capt. H did me the pleasure to sup with me. I took it extremely kind, and should be glad to wait upon Bermudas friends every day. My wife hath been arrived about a fortnight, and joins in sending cordial salutations with, my dear Mr. D,
Yours most affectionately, G. W.
LETTER DCCLXV. To Lady Fanny S.
Honoured Madam, Bristol, Aug. 1, 1749.
THOUGH I had the pleasure of hearing of your welfare, by your last to good Lady Hn, yet I cannot help taking the freedom of sending your Ladyship a few lines. They come to inform you, that you never are, and, by divine assistance, never shall be forgotten by me at the
