Chapter CCLI: Letter MCCXVII: To 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._

♦ “ines” replaced with “lines”