When I look at him in the processions, evidently enjoying them, I cannot help wondering at what God hath wrought, and praising Him.

London seems your place, and it has been borne in on my mind that the time has come for us to make an attack on the West End, and to raise a Corps there, principally out of the proper and decent people.

I don't mean out of the Plymouth Brethren, or the 'evangelical party,' so-called; but out of the wicked and wretched class who have money and position and education, and who are floating to Hell with it all.
"I shrink from suggesting further sacrifices to you.

God give you wisdom.

We have much success and much trial, and much bitter opposition.