254. Letter Mccxvii.
LETTER MCCXVII.
T o Mr. ――.
London, October 28, 1758.
My very dear Sir, HOW narrowly did I escape seeing you at Bath! I was coming from Staffordshire to Bristol, but the change of weather and shortness of the days drove me up to my Winter quarters. I took leave of our young friends, who have been publicly on a scaffold attending a preached gospel. Lord Jesus, increase such mighty wonders! My health is somewhat improved, but I find a very little thing soon impairs it. Lord, help me! How very little can I do for thee! I blush even whilst I am writing. Quicken, O God, my tardy pace!
We hope to see you next week. I wish Mrs. G―― and Mrs. B―― would come up this Winter. We have had fine gospel seasons. Grace! grace! I could enlarge, but have scarce got time to write these few lines. I think they are lines of love and gratitude much owing you by, my very dear Sir,
Yours, &c. in our glorious Head, G. W.