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 *pel flame. The people here want it much. Surely, will some time or another turn their captivity. Mr. T desired his most dutiful respects might be presented to your Ladyship. Blessed be, that you are better. I am not forgetful of your Ladyship by night or by day. I hope the souls of your honoured sisters do prosper, and that you will yet live to see formed in all your relations hearts. That every thing your Ladyship writes, says, or does, may be mightily blessed and owned of the dear Redeemer, is the continual prayer of, honoured Madam, Your Ladyship's most dutiful, obliged, and ready servant for 's sake, G. W.     LETTER DCCCXXV. To Lady H.

Honoured Madam,     Exeter, March, 21, 1750.

I Think it is now almost an age since I wrote to your Ladyship, but travelling and preaching have prevented me. Immediately after writing my last, I preached to many thousands, at a place called Gwinnop. The rain dropped gently upon our bodies, and the grace of seemed to fall like a gentle dew and sprinkling rain upon our souls. It was indeed a fine spring shower. In the evening I rode sixteen miles to St. Ives, and preached to many that gladly attended to hear the word; a great power seemed to accompany it. On the morrow, being 's day, I preached twice to large auditories, and then rode back again rejoicing to Gwinnop. In my way, I had the pleasure of hearing that good was done, and had fresh calls to preach elsewhere. In the morning I went to church, and heard a virulent sermon from these words, "Beware of false prophets." On Saturday the preacher was heard to say, "Now Whitefield was coming, he must put on his old armour." It did but little execution, because not scripture proof, and consequently not taken out of 's armory. On Monday I preached again at Redruth, at ten in the morning, to near (as they were computed) ten thousand souls. Arrows of conviction seemed to fly fast. In the evening I preached to above five hundred, at twelve miles distant,