Southampton, December 2nd, 1875.
My Dear Miss—-, I am to leave at 11.30 the docks (or quay) in the tug, and to run down to the Moselle, which lies 22 miles down the river. Dear A. P —-came down with me to see me off, and W. P—-is said to be here too.
The Lord was with me, to my conscience, in the night season, which I take as a promise that He will bless myself, at least (who wants it most of all), in this my outing. My kind love to—-, and to each and all of ours (because we are His, and His are ours), and I pray that we may know better how to walk according to that truth. I write before breakfast, so bad writing must be pardoned. Yours in Him, defected and feeble, as also little, yet His own by redemption, as by His Father's gift to Him, and the indwelling of the Spirit of truth, trust, and hope.
G. V. W.