From Mary Whittingham at Potten vicarage to Mary Fletcher in Madeley. 'How little did I think of hearing such an account as dear Miss [Mary] Tooth has informed me of! - What pain and suffering have you passed through during the last year! - you have been in a furnace of affliction indeed ... How very wonderfully have you been enabled ... or else you could not possibly have gone out to the people, and spoken to them the Word of Life; doubtless it must have been very impressive, and affecting to them all.' Spiritual matters are discussed in detail.
'My kind friend Lady St John, a truly pious woman, is afflicted with a complaint of a cancerous nature, it is feared in her breast ... she suffers greatly because it exeedingly affects her nervous system, and thereby it occasions distress to her soul. I beg for her an interest in your prayers.'
Whittingham hopes to hear again very soon from Mary Tooth. 'I am thankful you have one who can be so useful to you at such a time as this. You have been a blessing to many, and the Lord does wonderfully remember the kind offices done to others ...'
She once called on good old Mr [John] Newton 'who wrote the hymns, when he was about 81 [1806] and very feeble. I said, "Sir [do] you feel the presence of God with you?" "No", said he, "though he is with me, but my nervous complaint prevents me from feeling joy etc". I thought it was beautiful, for he could safely and solidly trust in his Master, when he could not see him by the eye of sense as it were, yet he could, by the eye of faith.'
Her son John is now at home with them until he leaves to learn the farming business. This is distressing, as Whittingham does not see how they can find the money to establish him in business.
Her eldest son Samuel is doing well, while her daughter Mariannne is in Bath trying to find a place as a governess. Her two youngest daughters Eliza and Emma are both at home. 'They love to work for the poor, and the eldest is a great blessing to me in domestic matters.' Her husband Richard sends his best wishes.
Whittingham would have written sooner, but she has been occupied with a poor child, burnt almost to death in a nearby cottage. She is much better but is badly scarred.