reason to believe much good was done. Old times seemed to be revived again. Praise the Lord, O my soul! The last evening it rained a little, but few moved. I was wet, and contracted a cold and hoarseness; but I trust, that preaching will cure me again. This is my grand Catholicon. O that I may drop and die in my blessed master's work!
For this let men revile my name, I'll shun no cross, I'll fear no shame; All hail reproach, and welcome pain; Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain.
I am now entering upon Wales. What success my Master gives me, you may hear some time hence. I beg your prayers, that I may be kept from robbing God of his glory, or of any more of my precious time. What said my dear Mr. S when I saw him last? What!—"You the biggest robber? No, no,—I am the man." But thanks be to God, as you observed, "our judge is our advocate." I thank you for the hint. The Lord give me to improve it! Farewell! I must soon away, to preach about eight miles off. We have had a comfortable meeting this morning. My tender love to dear Mrs. S and your little daughter; accept the same in the most endearing manner from me, who in the strongest terms that words can express, am, my very dear friend,
Yours most affectionately in our common Lord, G. W.
LETTER DCCCCXXIII. To Lady H.
Haverford-west, July 25, 1752.
Ever-honoured Madam,
AS this is the first day of rest from journeying, since my coming into Wales, and also the extent of my Welch circuit, I must not omit sending your Ladyship a few lines. They inform your Ladyship of the continued goodness of my blessed master, to the most unworthy servant he ever sent forth. As my day, so hath my strength been. Abundance of souls, especially in Pembrokeshire, have attended; and I hope that seed hath been sown, which will spring up to eternal life. On Monday next, I shall begin to return back, and some time this
