_To Mrs. C――――._
_London, March 26, 1759._
_Dear Mrs. C――――_,
IT is now a long time since I heard from _Bethesda_. The draughts, GOD willing, shall be answered. We live in a changing world, and _Bethesda_’s GOD liveth for ever and ever. His word runs and is glorified daily, especially at _Tottenham-Court_. Strange! that nobody will relieve me, that I may once more flee to _America_. But, heavenly Father, our times are in thy hands: do with us as seemeth good in thy sight! O that _Bethesda_’s little flock may take deep root downward, and bear fruit upwards! O that you may be helped to lean on your Beloved! Surely GOD will bless you for taking care of the fatherless children. A pepper-corn of acknowledgment, and my poor prayers, are the only return that I can make you. I am in expectation of hearing from you every day. That grace, mercy, and peace may be multiplied upon you all, is the earnest prayer of, my dear Mrs. _C――――_,
Your most affectionate friend and willing servant in our common LORD,