_To Mr. A――――s._
_London, November 30, 1768._
_My very dear Tommy_,
TEN thousand thanks for your kind sympathy. Many thought I should not
hold out from _Bath_ to _London_. But I cannot as yet go to him whom, I
trust, my soul loveth. Last _Sunday_ I creeped up to my gospel throne:
this evening the same honour is to be conferred upon me. Why me, LORD?
why me? The prayers of GOD’s people detain me here: for what end, the
event only can discover. To be tried, we may be assured. Mr. _W――――t_
is going with his brothers to _Georgia_, in order to finish the wings
of the intended college, and repair the present buildings. I suppose
they will sail in about a fortnight. You will pray that _Abraham_’s GOD
may be my GOD and my guide unto death. He will, he will.
I would believe thy promise, LORD;
LORD, help my unbelief.
Cordial, most cordial respects await your whole self, and all who are
so kind as to enquire after, my very dear _Tommy_,
Less than the least of all,
_G. W._