_To Lady H――――._
_Haverford-west, June 8, 1749._
_Honoured Madam_,
SINCE my coming into _Wales_, and leaving _Carmarthen_, the infinitely great and infinitely condescending Redeemer has been pleased to ride on in the chariot of the everlasting gospel. Congregations grow larger and larger, and all the towns here about are quite open for the word of GOD. Yesterday I preached very near _Pembroke_, to-day and next LORD’s day I am to preach here, and to-morrow at _St. David’s_. Not a dog stirs a tongue. The mayor and gentlemen at _Pembroke_ were very civil, and the justices here are very fond of having me in _Haverford-west_. I wish I had more time in these parts. The fields are indeed white, ready unto harvest, and the young men bred up at _Carmarthen_ Academy were much taken. The congregations consist of many thousands, and their behaviour is very affecting. Indeed we have blessed seasons. O free grace! Here is a dear young man, just ripe for orders. He has good parts, and hath made some proficiency in the languages, is solid, and of some influence in this town. He can get testimonials, and if ordained I believe would be eminently useful in the church. I wish a way could be found out for his admission: but I fear it is impracticable. However, I thought it my duty just to hint it to your Ladyship. May the great Shepherd and Bishop of souls find out means for sending him, and many more like-minded, into his vineyard! But how is your Ladyship’s health? I begin to be quite uneasy, because I have received no letter from my brother. I despair of hearing now till _Tuesday_ sevennight, when I hope to be at _Abergavenny_ again. In the mean while, my prayers are always going to the throne of grace in behalf of your Ladyship, and every branch of your noble family. That they may take root downwards, and bear fruit upwards, is the ardent desire of, honoured Madam,
Your Ladyship’s most dutiful, though unworthy servant, _G. W._