_To Lady H――――._
_Newcastle, August 13, 1753._
_Ever-honoured Madam_,
NOT want of respect, but leisure, hath prevented my writing to your Ladyship. Since my last, I have been travelling and preaching twice or thrice, and once five times a day. I cannot tell your Ladyship of one thousandth part of what we have seen and felt. In _Scotland_ the congregations were larger than ever. At _Glasgow_, the man who owned the playhouse was made so uneasy by the word preached, that he took down the roof himself. For this Satan owes me a grudge, and therefore it is put in the paper, that a mob was raised. But there was not the least appearance of any such thing. Our weapons are not carnal, but mighty through GOD to the pulling down of Satan’s strong-holds. At _Newcastle_ our LORD fills his people with new wine. Last night much of heaven was let down into the congregation. I am now going into the country, and am to return in the evening to preach. Thrice a day is almost too much for this weak tabernacle, but in the LORD have I righteousness and strength. Next week I am to be at _York_; the word I find fastens. On _Sunday_ I hope to see Mr. _H――――_. Ere long I hope to see our common LORD in glory. O that I may be one day lifted up from the pulpit to the throne. Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit; deal with me as seemeth good in thy sight! I doubt not but he deals bountifully with your Ladyship; that you and yours may greatly increase with all the increase of GOD, is the earnest prayer of, ever-honoured Madam,
Your Ladyship’s most obliged, dutiful and ready servant,