LETTER DCLXXIII.

_To Mr. J―――― W――――._

_London, Sept. 1, 1748._

_My very dear Brother_,

YOUR kind letter I received with great satisfaction. I chearfully

sit down to answer it before I set out for _Scotland_. I have been

a mile or two upon the road, but turned back because my chaise was

not registered. My hands have been full of work, and I have been

among great company. A privy counsellor of the king of _Denmark_,

and others, with one of the Prince of _Wales_’s favourites, dined and

drank tea with me on _Monday_. On _Tuesday_ I preached twice at Lady

_Huntingdon_’s to several of the nobility. In the morning the Earl of

_Chesterfield_ was present. In the evening Lord _B――――_. All behaved

quite well, and were in some degree affected. Lord _C――――_ thanked me,

and said, “Sir, I will not tell you what I shall tell others, how I

approve of you,” or words to this purpose. He conversed with me freely

afterwards. Lord _B――――_ was much moved, and desired I would come and

see him the next morning. I did; and his Lordship behaved with great

candour and frankness. All accepted of my sermons, and seemed surprized

but pleased. Thus, my dear brother, the world turns round. “In all time

of my wealth, good LORD deliver me!” Glad am I, for his own sake, that

dear Mr. _C――――_ begins to resolve to play the man. Alas! a ♦trimming

conduct is uncomfortable to one’s self, displeasing to CHRIST, and

ridiculous in the sight of the world. CHRIST is worth all, or he is

worth nothing. May the LORD enable me to be simple, and honest, and

open in all my dealings, and to trust him with the consequences. I have

ever yet found, that honesty is the best policy in the end. O that dear

Mr. _L――――_ may at length show himself a man too! My dear, very dear

brother, may you lose no more time, but join in confessing a crucified

Saviour. Glad am I to find that Mr. _C――――_’s conversation is blest to

you. I wish you had always a christian _fidus achates_ at your side.

Pardon me, dear brother, this freedom. My love is so great to you,

and I have put up so many prayers for you, that I cannot rest till you

improve those excellent parts GOD has given you, for the glory of his

church and the good of his people. I am glad you will send something

to our mother. I need not tell you, that the wisest of men has bid us

“not to despise one’s mother, when she is old.” I thank you for the

pictures; I have made free with some of them already. I shall not be

sorry, if you do not go to _Gloucester_. Alas, so much money spent at

music-meetings will make but a poor article at the day of judgment.

But where does my affection carry me? My dear brother, good night. GOD

willing, you shall hear from me soon again; if you do not answer me

immediately, I will impute it to any thing rather than want of love;

that, I am sure, is strong towards me, however unworthy of it. GOD has

blessed me much in _London_. Congregations are very large. On _Sunday_

I was enabled to preach four times: but this body――Well! thanks be to

GOD, it is soon to be put off. Once more good night. My love to all

friends. I am

Yours most affectionately,

_G. W._

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