of battle: you are engaged in a cruel, but a glorious warfare.
Go on; though faint, yet still pursue: nil desperandum, Christo duce, auspice Christo. My prayer for your Lordship is this:
Give him a will, give him the pow'r, Still equal to the war; Great Captain of Salvation, thou Thy trembling soldier chear!
O, my Lord, it is a blessed thing to fight the Redeemer's battles: I find he makes us more than conquerors through his love. I still enjoy much of the divine presence, and hope I pass from glory to glory daily. I preach here at six in the morning, and also in the evening. God causes his goodness to pass before us. In a week I hope to set out for London. Be pleased to direct your next thither. The lords have returned my appeal. At present, a hook is put in the leviathan's nose. "When a man's ways please the Lord, he maketh his enemies to be at peace with him." I hope your Lady prospers both in body and soul. My own, and dear fellow-travellers most humble respects and prayers attend your whole houshold. I am, with great affection, my Lord,
Your Lordship's most obedient humble servant, G. W.
LETTER CCCLXXIV. To T E, in Edinburgh.
My dear Friend, Bristol, Nov. 27, 1741.
WHEN we parted, I promised your wife to write upon the road; but I found it impracticable. Since I came to Wales I have had no time. Now I have, God gives me freedom. Though late, be pleased to accept a letter of thanks for all favours. I think we felt each others spirits, both, I trust, united mystically, really, and eternally to Christ, our common head, and to one another in love. O that all would center here. It would then be said once again, "See how these Christians love one another."—As for my own part, I am resolved not to rest till every thing, contrary to true, catholic, christian love, be rooted out of my soul,
