_To Mr. H――――._
_London, June 9, 1752._
_My very dear Friend_,
I Have received and read your manuscripts; but for me to play the
critic on them, would be like holding up a candle to the sun. However,
before I leave town, I will just mark a few places as you desire,
and then send the manuscripts to your brother. I foretell their
fate: nothing but your scenery can screen you. Self will never bear
to die, though slain in so genteel a manner, without shewing some
resentment against its artful murderer. I am glad you have written to
_South-Audley-street_. You are resolved not to die in my debt. I think
to call your intended purchase WESTON, and shall take care to remind
him by whose means he was brought under the everlasting gospel. O that
Doctor _S――――_ may be brought out to preach it! If you do not take
the other living yourself, I think your giving it to the Doctor is a
glorious scheme. I lay at your brother’s house last week: your sister
seemed to love to talk of JESUS CHRIST and her own heart. She got up
early, and came after me and my wife to Madam _T――――_’s. You know how
to improve this hint at a proper season. Your brother hath been so kind
as to let me have the little mare again. My Master walked, I ride to
preach the glorious gospel. Whether riding or walking, LORD JESUS, let
my whole heart be taken up with thee! Adieu, my dearest Sir, adieu.
Cease not to pray for,
Ever yours whilst
_G. W._