LETTER CCCX.
To Mrs. S, at Charles-Town.
In a boat going to Gravesend, July 24, 1741.
Dear Mrs. S,
I Am now in a boat, in order to embark for Scotland. I have the conveniency of writing upon a trunk, and therefore cannot be easy without sending you a line. I rejoice to hear that you are carried upon the wings of love. Methinks I see you sitting under the Redeemer's shadow with great delight, and exalting his free grace in plucking you as a brand out of the fire. O when shall we go to heaven, that we may praise God for what he hath done for our poor souls! The Lord is better to me than ever. Conviction, and conversion, both in town and country, are beginning again. The divine presence is much manifested in our assemblies. Blessed be the Lord, who is also working with you. The spiritual prosperity of the orphan family, rejoices my heart. God will ere long, I believe, make a separation between the precious and the vile. Poor Mr. G, Commissary Gd, and Chief Justice W, bitter, bitter, though unsuccessful persecutors, what will become of you? O that God may grant them repentance unto life! What reason have you and I, dear Mrs. S, to exalt rich distinguishing grace! 'Tis that alone hath made the difference. I believe I need not remind you to pray, dear Mrs. S, for
Yours most affectionately in Christ Jesus, G. W.
LETTER CCCXI. To Serjeant B, at Gibraltar.
On board the Mary and Ann, bound from London to Leith, July 25, 1741.
Dear Mr. B,
I Am glad to hear that you are yet alive, and what is more, I trust you are alive to God. Perhaps I may never see you again on this side eternity. O that we may approve ourselves good soldiers of Jesus Christ! How bright will our crown be then, at that last great day! I find there is nothing
