should administer to your necessities. I had rather want myself than you should. I shall be highly pleased when I come to
Bristol, and find you sitting in your youngest son's house. O that I may sit with you, in the house not made with hands eternal in the heavens! Ere long, your doom, honoured mother, will be fixed. You must shortly go hence, and be no more seen. Your only daughter, I trust, is now in the paradise of God. Methinks I hear her say, "Mother, come up hither." Jesus, I am sure, calls you in his word. May his spirit enable you to say, "Lord, lo I come!" My honoured mother, I am happier and happier every day. Jesus makes me exceeding happy in himself. I hope by Winter to be at Bristol. If any enquire after me, please to tell them, I am well both in body and soul, and desire them to help me to praise free and sovereign grace? O that my dear, my very honoured mother may be made an everlasting monument of it! How does my heart burn with love and duty to you? gladly would I wash your aged feet, and lean upon your neck, and weep and pray 'till I could pray no more. With this I send you a thousand dutiful salutations, and ten thousand hearty and most humble thanks for all the pains you underwent in conceiving, bringing forth, nursing, and bringing up, honoured mother,
Your most unworthy, though most dutiful son, 'till death, G. W.
LETTER CCCCXLIX. To Mr. A, in London.
Cambuslang, Aug. 27, 1742.
My very dear Brother A,
THIS day fortnight I came to this place, to assist at the sacramental occasion with several worthy ministers of the church of Scotland. Such a passover has not been heard of. The voice of prayer and praise was heard all night. It was supposed, that between 30 and 40,000 people were assembled, and 3000 communicated. There were three tents. The ministers were enlarged, and great grace was among the people. I preached once on Saturday, once on the Lord's
