266. Letter Mccxxix.
LETTER MCCXXIX.
T o Mrs. W――.
Glasgow, July 18, 1759.
Dear Mrs. W――, MAKE no apology for writing your mind. I see the disease, but know not how to come at a cure. Labourers are wanting of the old stamp: but vines are very apt to degenerate. If I am not mistaken, we shall be purged with a witness. God grant it may be that we may bring forth more fruit. I want the purgation most of all. I dread a corpulent body. But it breaks in upon me like an armed man. O that my heart may not wax gross at the same time! I would fain not flag, but rather begin at least to begin in the latter stages of my road. Congregations in Scotland are very large. I am glad to hear that the shout of a king is among you. Pray remember me in the kindest manner to all in conference, and to all that are so kind as to enquire after, dear Mrs.
W――, Your sincere friend and servant in our common Lord, G. W.