LETTER CCCCXCI.
To Mr. J.
London, Dec. 4, 1742.
IF my dear brother J took it kind, that I called at his house, I am sure I took it much kinder that he was pleased to send unworthy me so kind a letter. It has so affected me, that I have been praying before my Saviour for you; and though nature calls for rest, I cannot obey it, before I have written to my dear Mr. J. Vile, unfaithful as I am, my Master lets me have my hands full of work. From morning 'till midnight I am employed, and, glory be to rich grace, I am carried through the duties of each day with chearfulness, and almost uninterrupted tranquility. Our society is large, but in good order, and we make improvements daily. My Master gives us much of his gracious presence, both in our public and private administrations. In our love-feasts, Jesus comes and says, "Peace be unto you." In our great congregation, he gives poor sinners to look, and mourn, and live. In Scotland the work was very extraordinary. In Wales the word runs and is glorified much. In Gloucestershire, Wiltshire, and Bristol, our Lord gets himself the victory in many hearts. In Newcastle, our brother W's are blessed much, and I heartily rejoice to hear that our dear Saviour is so much among you. If I know any thing of this my desperately wicked heart, I am dead to parties, and freed from the pain, which on that account once disturbed the peace of my soul. Indeed, Jesus has taken many things from me, and made me to experience, that in him there is plenteous redemption. About January, I purpose, God willing, to embark for Georgia. My dear family hath been wonderfully preserved. As the Orphan-house was built by faith, I trust the gates of hell shall never prevail against it. Methinks I hear my dear Mr. J say, Amen. I most cordially salute your dear Lady, dear brother S, and all the brethren. I saw our dear S before he went. I intended having some sweet fellowship with the church in Yorkshire, but was prevented by riding post. If dear brother H, or D, or any of the brethren, have any thing to say to a poor sinner, I should be glad to hear
