_To Mr. S――――._
_London, August 16, 1748._
_Dear Sir_,
GLAD shall I be to have the pleasure of your dining with me on
_Thursday_ between twelve and one. If you please, you may leave your
chaise and horses at the other end of the town, and ride to my lodgings
in an hackney coach. Or if you choose to come in your chaise, we have
inns near at hand. I shall devote _Thursday_ afternoon to you; and if
you please to stay the evening and hear me preach, and then sup and
take a bed at our house afterwards, I shall be much obliged to you.
You need only enquire for the tabernacle new house near _Moorfields_.
I hope matters will be so ordered, that you will be _solus cum solo_.
I pity persons in your circumstances, and humbly hope that you will be
one of _Nicodemus_’s children every way. You know, though he came by
night at first, yet afterwards he was as bold as a lion. Go on, dear
Sir: “To him that hath, shall be given.” CHRIST will not quench the
smoaking flax, nor break the bruised reed. That his love may be shed
abroad in your heart, that you may be enabled to confess him before men,
and be confessed by him before his Father and the holy angels in heaven,
is the earnest prayer of, dear Sir,
Your most affectionate friend, and willing servant for
JESUS CHRIST,
_G. W._