saw the Brest Squadron that has pursued two of our men of war, the Dreadnought and Frederick; so that had we sailed, we should in all probability have been carried into France. We are now to go under convoy of the grand fleet; many letters from our friends at Portsmouth inform us, that they are to sail on Sunday; but the wind hath not been very favourable, so we may yet stay some days longer. I never was so easy in this respect before. In one or two things I find my will reluctant; but Jesus will bring all things in subjection to him. I have been greatly refreshed this evening in preaching his blood. The congregations grow visibly every day. You will see the letter from Kingsbridge.—Last night many from the Dock came and guarded me home, being apprehensive there was a design against me. Without my knowledge, they insulted a man who intended to hurt me, for which I am sorry. We had a wonderful good time last night. O help me to praise my Saviour! My health is better. I hope you got to London well. Whether we sail or not, expect to hear again from dear, dear J,
Ever, ever yours, &c. G. W.
Open a door, which earth and hell May strive to shut, but strive in vain; Let thy word richly with them dwell, And let their gracious fruit remain!
LETTER DLIV. To Mr. T.
My dear Friend, Plymouth, July 26, 1744.
ACCEPT some few hasty lines from one, who, properly speaking, may at present be stiled a prisoner at large. I am still here waiting for the promised convoy, and as I humbly hope, really waiting for the convoy of death to carry me to Abraham's bosom. Could you think it? I have been preaching a confirmation sermon. Do you ask me where? In a Quaker's field. As I saw thousands flocked to the church to have the Bishop's hands imposed upon them, I thought it not improper to let them have a word of exhortation suitable
