_Blendon, August 6, 1739._
AND would not dear Mr. ―――― stay for my last letter? What, is he
retired into the country to learn how to forget his GOD? Is he got
into favour with the polite world? Are not these sad symptoms, that
my dearest Mr. ―――― is falling away a-pace? He runned into one extreme
lately, and now satan is driving him into another. Did not I forwarn
you of this? O my dear friend, my brother, return to your first
love, otherwise you will find the spirit of GOD deserting you more
and more every day. Nemo repente fuit turpissimus. But I can say
no more.――Perhaps I am troublesome. However, give me leave to weep.
Permit me to pray for you. Though you are now dead comparatively, yet,
I trust, you will be alive. Though now seemingly lost, yet surely you
shall be found again. GOD only knows how such news would rejoice the
heart of, dear Sir,
Your affectionate friend in the best bonds,
_G. W._