_London, November 3, 1758._
_Dear Sir_,
THOUGH I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you next week, yet love
and gratitude constrain me to send you an answer to your kind letter.
Blessed be GOD, that you have some spiritual ministers and people to
converse with! I hope that the waters will be blessed to the recovery
of dear Mr. _H――――_’s health, and that out of his belly will be made
to flow rivers of living waters for the refreshment of many souls.
Dear Mr. _C――――_’s sharp affliction I never heard of till lately: sharp
indeed. GOD make it sweet to his soul! O these _Isaacs_! how hard to
sacrifice! He hath my unfeigned sympathy, and worthless prayers. Dear
Mr. _A――――_’s sister hath met with such another trial: she is left
with five children. As Mr. _A――――_ hath been a steady friend, and his
brother-in-law was a spiritual child, I have proposed putting the two
eldest boys to boarding for one year. Twenty pound will do it. Ten
guineas are already given. Perhaps Mrs. _B――――_ or _G――――_ may speak to
you about it. I write to each by this post. Mr. _A――――_ hath taken the
children with him into _Gloucestershire_. Your kind sisters remembered
them. They and your mother were all here last night. I hope our LORD
was with us too. That is all in all. This must be my Winter _Bethel_.
Without retirement I cannot go on. Comforts come sweetest from
the fountain head. That you may be filled with them, both here and
hereafter, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear Sir,
Yours, &c. in our common LORD,
_G. W._