_To Mr. I――――._
_Cork, July 15, 1757._
_My very dear Mr. I――――_,
ACCEPT a few loving lines, as a token that you and yours are not entirely forgotten by me. They leave me, earnestly desirous to know what path the GOD whom I serve would have me to take. Every where (O amazing condescension!) the glorious _Emmanuel_ so smiles upon my feeble labours, that it is hard to get off. At _Port Arlington_, _Athlone_, _Limerick_, and in this place, the word hath run and been glorified. Arrows of conviction seem to fly, and the cup of many hath been made to run over. I hope you have had some refreshings from the presence of the LORD. Nothing else can carry us comfortably through the howling wilderness of this troublesome life. I have met with some hard blows from the _Dublin_ rabble. But blessed be GOD, they have not destroyed me. Perhaps I am to see _London_ before my great change comes. And who knows, but we may enjoy our _Peniels_ and _Bethels_ there again? Troublous times seem to be approaching. GOD hide us all under the shadow of his almighty wings! When you see dear Mr. _W――――_, pray remember me to him and his in the kindest manner, as likewise to Mr. and Mrs. _W――――_. I think of, and pray for you, and all my dear friends, though preaching and travelling prevents my writing. O that none of us may be parted in another world! JESUS alone can keep us by his almighty power. To his tender and never-failing mercy do I most earnestly commit you, and earnestly intreat the continuance of your prayers in behalf of, my very dear friend,
Yours, &c.