LETTER DXLI.
To the Same.
Dear Madam, St. Gennis, Nov. 25, 1743.
GLAD I am that God inclined my heart to come hither. He hath been with us of a truth. How did his stately steps appear in the sanctuary last Lord's-day? Many, many prayers were put up by the worthy Rector, and others, for an out-pouring of God's blessed spirit. They were answered. Arrows of conviction fled so thick and so fast, and such an universal weeping prevailed from one end of the congregation to the other, that good Mr. J could not help going from seat to seat to speak, encourage, and comfort the wounded souls. The Oxonian's father was almost struck dumb; and the young Oxonian's crest was so lowered, that I believe he'll never venture to preach an unknown Christ, or deal in the false commerce of unfelt truths. I could enlarge, but I must away to Biddeford, just to give satan another stroke, and bid my christian friends farewel, and then return the way I came, namely through Exeter, Wellington and Bristol, to the great metropolis: but journeying, and various other matters that lie before me, I expect will prevent your hearing so frequently as usual, from
Yours, &c. G. W.
LETTER DXLII. To Mr. J S.
Brinkworth, December 18, 1743.
My dear Friend,
'TIS past eleven at night, but lest I should not have time to-morrow at Gloucester, which I intend to take in my way to Birmingham, I'll rob myself of a little sleep to write to you now. On Friday evening we reached five miles beyond Reading. Last night about nine we got to Clack. It rained and snowed much for about seven miles, and the way was dangerous; but the blessed Jesus kept us in safety. In the morning I preached and gave the sacrament at Tetherton. This
