earth. Any other riches, blessed be God, are out of my view.
If the crop answers expectation, I would have Mrs. V and the other poor of Savannah reap the benefit. Pray let one barrrel of rice be reserved for them. O what cannot, and what will not God do, if we put our trust in him! O for faith! O for humility! May I learn of Jesus more and more! He deals bountifully with us here. We have had a blessed Winter indeed!—I am pretty well in health, but my wife at present is ill. We salute you and yours, and all friends, and wishing you the best of blessings, I subscribe myself, my very dear Friend,
Yours most affectionately in our dearest Lord, G. W.
LETTER DCCCXI. To Lady Hn.
Honoured Madam, London, Jan. 23, 1750.
THOUGH I am wearied in walking to and from South-Audley-street, yet I must not omit sending to your Ladyship this night. I would have written on Saturday, but I waited to see the event of things. On Friday I preached at the chapel to a very crowded and affected auditory; Mr. W read prayers. On Sunday I read prayers, and he preached, and afterwards the sacrament was administred to about twelve hundred. More attended at the tabernacle than ever. Was it as big again, I believe on Sunday evenings it would be filled. This day hath been spent with the Countess, Mrs. K, Lady G, Colonel G, Mr. H, and Mr. G. I gave them the communion, and afterwards preached. The public minister from Genoa came to hear me, and I believe it was a profitable season. Lady F, I hear, holds on, and writes word to the Countess, that she wishes all were as happy as she hath been in reading Bishop Hall's contemplations. Since I came home, I have received the inclosed paragraph that was sent to a friend from Portsmouth. O that it may humble and quicken me! Surely ranging is my province. Methinks I hear a voice behind me saying, "This is the way, walk in it." My heart echoes back, "Lord, let thy presence go along with me, and then send me where thou pleasest."
