God has smote some of their consciences. One who was the chief, and would not agree that I should go back, I hear by several, he says he will in no wise touch me again. Many advise us to prosecute them; but if they are quiet, I am content, and can say from my heart, "Father, forgive them."
I should be glad if you would be here next Sunday. In the mean time pray for me, who am,
Your unworthy brother and servant, T. A.
LETTER DXXVIII. To Mr. B.
Dear Friend, Bristol, July 19, 1743.
I Have been so employed for some time past in preaching and travelling, that I could not possibly correspond with you or others as usual; but you see where I am; I came here to preach at the fair; because people from all parts flock hither at that season. Yesterday I preached four times, and twice statedly every day. O that sinners may be made willing to come and buy of Christ's wine, and of Christ's milk, without money and without price! Last night was such a time as I never saw in Bristol society before. To morrow, God willing, I set out for Hampton, to see what can be done for the poor persecuted sheep of Christ there. I hear I am threatened, but Jesus will stand by me. In what manner, expect to hear again soon, from
Yours, &c. G. W.
LETTER DXXIX. To the Same.
My dear Friend,
Hampton, July 25, 1743.
ON Thursday I came here, and expected to be attacked; because I had heard, that the mob which had been so outragious towards you and others for so long time, had now threatened, that if ever I came there again, they would have a piece of my black gown to make aprons with. No sooner
