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your bosom. That your Ladyship may experience the truth of this, in respect to temporals and spirituals, more and more every day, is the earnest prayer of, honoured Madam,

Your Ladyship's most obliged, dutiful,
and ready servant for Christ's sake,
G. W.

LETTER DCCCLXXV. To Mr. S——.


My dear Mr. S——, London, Jan. 4, 1751.

IMMEDIATELY upon the receipt of your last from Limerick, I wrote you an answer, directed for you at Limerick post-office, as you desired. As you are going that way, ere this reaches you, I hope you will have received it. I pray the Lord of all lords to give you such grace, that all may see, that the doctrines of the gospel are indeed productive of righteousness, and true holiness in heart, lip, and life. Mind this, and then fear not. Continue as you are, until you are absolutely rejected. I want not to proselyte persons to myself, but to the glorious Emmanuel, my Lord and Master Jesus Christ. Perhaps He may send me to Ireland; though some weeks ago I hoped that he was about to take me to heaven. I kept my room near a fortnight, and still continue very weak. This obliges me to be brief. My wife is now expecting an hour of travail. Some time this month I trust she will be delivered. She desires to be remembered to you. God willing, Mr. Z—— shall hear from me. I do not yet hear who is to be the person. Unless you have thoughts of going abroad, I see no objection against your altering your condition. May the Lord direct and bless you and all in that important step! It is a change for life. We have had blessed seasons here; but methinks the Winter is very long. O that I was entering upon a Spring campaign! It is a new year. My dear Mr. S——, why should we not begin to begin to live to that Jesus, who has done and suffered so much for us! I trust this is the language of your heart,

A life that all things casts behind,
Springs forth obedient at thy call;
A heart, that no desire can move,
But still t'adore, believe, and love,
Give me, my Lord, my life, my all!