Letters 78

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George Town, Demerara, December, 1872.
My Dear Miss——,—I hope——and you heard of our safe arrival here. 'Tis a place for any one who can be satisfied to be a pipe for water to flow through down from heaven. God there is ready enow to give-even to those who look not up, He gives, how largely! One can go in safety to see what and how much it is His good pleasure to give through one; for He honors faith in any, in every one-for self or for others, if one is but simple-for He loves to spread out the excellences and virtues of Christ.
My kindest love to those at the prayer-meeting, and to all of the assembly, please. They live in my heart, and I know I have a place in theirs for Christ's sake; and poor thing that I am, I am not wishful to be loved save for His sake, and by those that love those whom He loves. Any note to me sent to No. 3 will be forwarded in my packet, fortnightly sent to me. Thermometer here is higher than usual at this time of the year, 82-86 in twenty-four hours. I would not write to you ere I left London, thinking you would prefer a Christmas letter hence, to a November one from No. 3.
My very kindest love to——. Mr. M—-takes the greatest care of me, and has all the tenderness of a Timothy-this she will be glad to hear.
Most affectionately, G. V. W.