_To Mr. G――――s._
_London, November 14, 1767._
_My dear Sir_,
ALL know my mind. Go forward, I think is the royal word of command.
We may then indeed have a red-sea to pass through. But the threatening
waves shall become a wall on the right hand and on the left. I am
ashamed to find so many silenced by mere _Bruta Fulmina_. But I have
done. If you will be more particular about the uproar, or if at any
time you have a mind to unburden your heart, and let me know how you go
forward, as business permits, you shall hear from me. Nothing but want
of time hath prevented my answering you before. You will receive it in
love, and be as serviceable as you can to the bearer of this, who is
a brother to the late seraphic _H――――y_, and comes to settle his two
sons, but is not fixed as to college or tutor. May they turn out two
_H――――y_’s! May you be a burning and shining light! No greater honour
can be desired for you, by, my dear Sir,
Yours, &c. &c. in a never-failing JESUS,
_G. W._