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 present embarrassments, who knows, but it may be in my power to discharge my Orphan-house debt, and make collections here for Kingswood-school too? When I could get no assistance at all from my old friends and spiritual (prejudiced) children, and was almost quite pennyless, and left to sit alone like a sparrow upon the house-top, a serious person, whom I never saw or heared of, came the other day and put a guinea into my hand. At receiving it, something as it were said to me, "Cannot that who sent this person to give thee this guinea, make it up fifteen hundred?" As I told a friend immediately, to whom I ran down, so I shall tell you; I doubt not but this will be the case. My debt is all for, and contracted in providing for the fatherless and widow. As to the work here, though perhaps I may be blamed by some for venturing so far, blessed be, it goes on sweetly. All things happen for the furtherance of the gospel. I have wrote brother S to let you have twenty pounds. Yours eternally in, G. W.     LETTER CCXCIV. To the Rev. Mr. S, at Charles-Town.

Rev. and dear Sir,     London, June 9, 1741.

I Wrote you a few lines lately from Bristol. Since that, I have had the pleasure of receiving a letter from you; for which I thank you heartily. What Mr. P brings with him, will inform you how affairs stand here. Blessed be , the word runs and is glorified. The heat of the battle is now, I hope, pretty well over. is pleased to give me great power, and to strengthen me both in body and soul. Our congregations are large and awful. We generally see and feel much of the divine presence in the sanctuary. Many are pricked to the heart. I have three truly experienced young men that joined me. Affairs being somewhat settled here, I am going a long journey of several months, thro' several counties in England, Wales, and Scotland. The door was never opened wider for my preaching the everlasting gospel. I am glad to hear by Mrs. S, &c. of your faithfulness to our common .—O, dear Sir, what are we that we are called