"My wife and I are quite willing 'to come and see you at Madeley,' but our way is hid. It is most probable that if we ever meet again, it should be in London or Bristol. Let us help each other by our prayers at least. You will not, I know, forget your old, useless, but still affectionate servant and friend, "C. W. "This side is for you _both_. "I trust you are resigned (after mine and my brother's departure) to gather up the wreck. Be sure the sheep will be scattered. All the beasts of the forest are waiting for them. Many will find shelter among the Moravians; many will turn to the Calvinists, Baptists, Presbyterians, and Quakers. Most, I hope, will return to the bosom of their mother, the Church of England. Not one, but several sects will arise, _and Methodism will be broken into a thousand pieces_. "It is impossible for you to know _now_, or to divine, or to conjecture what you are intended for. Therefore the less you think about it the better, for we penetrate, we prophesy, in vain. You must stand still, and see the design and the salvation of God. "Had I a sufficient body, I would strive to visit you, that we might compare our thoughts. So far I _can_ see, that the Lord is preparing His people for some great event. But who shall live when the Lord doth this? I am far entered on my last stage, and expect every month to be my last. Providence (if you survive me) will call you to this place. My widow can tell you my mind, if worth your knowing, and show you my posthumous papers, if worth your seeing. "Pray on, and help to a peaceful end, my beloved friends, "Your faithful Brother, "C. W. "TO MR. J. F. "'Spared to keep the people,' says my dear friend? _Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?_ The longer our time, the greater our danger of failing. I have always feared for myself that I should live a little too long. Now I fear it for my brethren also. "Be not too sanguine for the American Methodists. _First_, know their _real_ condition. You justly fear that _our_ Methodists should get into the prelatical spirit. I fear the fanatical spirit also. I cannot explain this in writing. "You think I know nothing about the peace; I think you know nothing about it. Yet I wish your poem a good sale.[14] "Happy would Sally be to die like her god-sister. I am not without hope that she will live to be a Christian. She presents her duty. We all join in love. I _need_ no invitation to Madeley. While I had strength I wanted opportunity. Now I have neither."