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 writer. May the strengthen him to finish the work! My dear Mr. B, what blessed opportunities do you enjoy for meditation, study, and prayer! Now is your time to get rich in grace, to search into the depths of divine love, and the mystery of iniquity hid in your own heart. Such an example, and such advantages no one in England is favoured with but yourself. I do not envy you; but I pray the Redeemer, from my inmost soul, to sanctify your situation, and give you to increase with all the increase of. I am called forth to battle; remember a poor cowardly soldier, and beg the Captain of our salvation, that I may have the honour to die fighting. I would have all my fears in my breast. Methinks I would not be wounded running away, or skulking into an hiding-place. It is not for ministers of to flee or be afraid.—And yet alas!—Well—Nil desperandum Christo duce. For his great name's sake, I subscribe myself, reverend and very dear Sir, Your most affectionate, obliged friend and brother, G. W.     LETTER DCCCXLVI. To the Countess of Hn.

Honoured Madam,     Kendal, June 26, 1750.

STILL (O amazing love!) the of all lords vouch-*safes to prosper the gospel plough. Such an entrance hath been made into Kendal, as could not have been expected. I preached twice to several thousands last week, and the people were so importunate, that I was prevailed on to return hither again last night. The congregation was greatly increased, and the power of the was displayed in the midst of them. On Saturday evening, and on the Lord's-day, I preached at Ulverston, a town about sixteen miles distant from this. There Satan made some small resistance; a clergyman, who looked more like a butcher than a minister, came with two others and charged a constable with me; but I never saw a poor creature sent off in such disgrace. Good I believe was done in the town. To the giver of every good gift be all the glory! Thus, honoured Madam, a poor pilgrim goes on. How I am to succeed at Whitehaven, your Ladyship shall know