_To Dr. S――――._
_London, June 9, 1752._
_My dear Doctor_,
GLAD shall I be to hear that you are a poor despised preacher of the
everlasting gospel. I long to direct _to the Reverend Mr. S――――_. I
believe if you once was gone so far that you could not retreat, you
would do very well. If Mr. _H――――_ does not take the two livings, I
think your scheme is glorious. May the LORD thrust you out some way or
another! I am sure the harvest is great: people seem more eager than
ever to hear the word. May I die preaching! Next _Thursday_ se’nnight
I leave _London_, and purpose to take a long circuit. I should be glad
to see you in the mean while. O that the love of CHRIST may burn all
the love of the world out of your heart! Adieu. Never fear the Bishop:
let your eye be only on the great Shepherd and Bishop of souls! He
will make your way plain. I must away. Business obliges me to hasten
to subscribe myself, dear Sir,
Yours, &c.
_G. W._