_To Lady M―――― H――――._
_London, January 13, 1757_.
_Honoured Madam_,
I WISH your Ladyship joy. What a mercy, to be made an instrument in settling a true minister of JESUS CHRIST! May he be the spiritual father to many souls! Your Ladyship’s unexpected sight of your son, was like life from the dead. What pleasure then must be the consequence of seeing our relations brought home to GOD! This be your happy lot! The holy spirit seems to be quickening many dead souls here. I am informed, that all are alive without the _Cannon-Gate_; but such are dead whilst they live. O _Scotland_! _Scotland_! Turn us, O good LORD, and so shall we be turned! We had need to fast and pray too.――Your Ladyship, I doubt not, mourns in secret. The glorious _Emmanuel_ will put your tears into his bottle. That your consolations in him may abound evermore, is the earnest prayer of, honoured Madam,
Your Ladyship’s most dutiful, obliged, and ready servant for CHRIST’s sake,