_London, September 28, 1765._
_My very dear Timothy_,
THOSE that are _Timothies_ indeed, shall be honoured of Him, whom they
desire to honour, with a disinterested spirit. I am glad you find old
_Jacob_’s prophecy to be fulfilling. “To _Shiloh_ shall the gathering
of the people be.” Nothing is wanting at _Bristol_, _London_, and
elsewhere, but labourers full of the first old methodistical spirit.
But where to get them is the question. Those that are thus minded,
are almost worn out. I would gladly fly to _Bristol_ if I could; but
I see that it is best to be here for some time. And indeed, things
have always been at such a low ebb, when I have been at _Bristol_, and
matters carried on with so little spirit, that I have generally come
mourning away. If a few, such as Mr. _C――――t_, would exert themselves
steadily, and perseveringly, and proper preachers were sent, something
might be done to purpose. But as neither of these things is likely to
happen, my expectations are not very much raised. However, the residue
of the spirit is in the Redeemer’s hands. Our eyes wait upon Him. From
Him, and Him alone, all kinds of salvation do come. Fain would I have
you up at _London_ for some time, at this season. Mr. _D――――r_ expects
to see you in a clerical habit about _Christmas_. He asked me, if I
would get him a scarf? I answered, that you must have one first. You
may guess how he smiled. However, I really intend you shall preach in
the chapel. I want you also to read the letters, and give me leave to
comment upon them, as my breath will allow. You may return by way of
_Bristol_, or if _Sarah_ is worse, go from hence. I thank you heartily
for making the collections. Never was a cause kept up at such a small
expence; “not by might, or by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD.”
This be our invariable rule. GOD bless and prosper you more and more.
If I have not tired you, I have almost tired, my very dear _Timothy_,
Yours, &c. &c.
_G. W._
_P. S._ Since writing the above, I find providence calls me to _Bath_,
to open good Lady _Huntingdon_’s chapel. GOD willing, I purpose to
set out next _Tuesday_. You must set out for _London_ the same day;
otherwise, it may be, _Bristol_ people will not see me. Adieu. Your
preaching orders, as to time and place, you will receive at your
arrival. That you may do Satan’s kingdom much hurt, is the hearty
prayer of, my very dear man,
Ever yours, &c. in our common LORD,
_G. W._