_To Mr. ――――._
_Edinburgh, August 15, 1758._
_My very dear Sir_,
NOT till last _Saturday_, did your first long wished-for letter come to
hand. I wonder that _I―――― C――――_ did not dispatch it immediately. As I
knew not what its contents would be, I did not write to _Staffordshire_;
for I was and am determined to fix upon nothing without advising with
you. And indeed, I think the whole must be put off till we can have a
free conference. In the mean while, I shall write to our young friend,
and pray that the friend of all would direct in this important affair.
He will, he will. It is not with Mr. _S――――_ as you imagine. He is
quite free. But more of this when we meet.――_When we meet!_ strange
words for a dying man!――But it seems I am growing better. Within these
four days I have felt a great alteration.――Perhaps it may continue.
GOD’s will be done. Surely, never was there so weak a creature ever
employed in such a work for GOD,――and yet people flock rather more than
ever. Doctor _W――――_ and Mr. _R――――_ often wish you here. We have two
lovely scenes every day. I hope the Redeemer will come with dear Mr.
_D――――_. I bless him for returning you, my dear Sir, in safety. My most
cordial respects attend your dear relations, and beg the continuance of
your prayers, for, my very dear Sir,
Yours, &c.
_G. W._