_To Mr. T――――._
_Edinburgh, Sept. 15, 1748._
_Dear Mr. T――――_,
ERE this can reach _London_, you will find that I have forgot not my
promise. No, I love thee too well to do so. Thanks be to GOD, that you
begin to awake out of your dream. It has been a dream, though a golden
pleasing one. If all was right, such darkness would never come and
abide upon your soul. Come, play the man, and, if called to it, leave a
worm for GOD. You are not the first that have been called to part with
what was as dear as their own souls, or that have seen their beloved
object in the possession of another. Better see that, than enjoy
the object with guilt upon the mind. How did _Jacob_ smart, all his
life-time afterwards, for getting the blessing by a lie? The way of
duty is the way of safety. I write this on supposition that your father
will be against your proceeding. You will let me know what he says: In
the mean while, as our LORD enables, I will pray for you. May the LORD
JESUS give us a right judgment in all things! But enough of this. You
see the bishop’s charge has turned out as I supposed. Who could imagine
otherwise? LORD, humble thy people for giving such wrong touches to
the ark! LORD, keep me from doing so any more! O for zeal according to
knowledge! O for grace and wisdom to act aright! Yesterday GOD brought
me safe here, and I have been received very kindly. This afternoon I am
to preach. The effects of it you may know hereafter. For the present,
adieu. I recommend you to Him who is able to keep you from falling, and
to raise you when fallen; and subscribe myself,
Yours most affectionately in CHRIST JESUS,
_G. W._