God only knows. I pray for, and long to see you and the rest of my dear family. I trust, I then shall behold, what I long to behold, a houshold of faith, a company of poor sinners walking in the simplicity and love of the meek and lowly Jesus. O that you may so live, that whosoever comes amongst you may say, "Surely God is in this place." Thousands of prayers are put up for us, and thousands of lies are spread abroad against us. But Jesus enables me to fight my way through all, and I am persuaded he will make me more than
conqueror through his love. In England, the work goes on well. Brother C is much blessed in Wiltshire; and brother H wrote me word some time ago, that he had examined about three hundred souls of our society, most of which had been wrought upon since my return from Georgia. Help me to cry, Grace! grace! My dear friend and brother, for the present adieu! I love you in the bowels of a crucified Jesus. Brethren, pray for us.
I am ever, ever yours in Christ, G. W.
LETTER CCCLVIII. To Mr. H in Edinburgh.
Melvill, October 5, 1741.
Dear Mr. H,
I Received your kind letter with the bill, and also that signed by you, and my other friends at Edinburgh. I take all they say in good part, but think some of their reasonings a little too worldly. The calumnies of evil men are not to be regarded. I value them not in the least. My largest donations have been from the rich and substantial. The mites which the lower sort of people have given, I am persuaded will not prevent their paying their debts, or impoverish their families. Mr. W, in a letter to Mr. S, wishes there may be a private contribution for myself; but I know nothing of, and will not admit of any such thing. I make no purse; what I have, I give away.—Freely I have received, freely I desire to give. "Poor, yet making many rich," shall be my motto still. My great and professed design, is to bring poor sinners to Jesus Christ: but as my orphan family abroad is now
