399. Letter Mccclxii.
LETTER MCCCLXII.
T o Mr. A――s.
London, August 14, 1767.
My very dear Tommy, I AM sorry to hear you have been sick. This hath been my case. Blessed be God, I am better. Who knows but I may be strengthened to take a trip to Scotland. This itch after itinerating, I hope will never be cured till we come to heaven. Though laymen occupy both the pulpits, at Tottenham-Court chapel and tabernacle, congregations increase. "Not by might or by power, but by my spirit, saith the Lord." No weapon formed against Sion, shall or can prosper. Our Thursday morning six o'clock tabernacle lecture is crouded. I am looking for, and putting together old letters. Have you any dated January or February 1743? Could you send to Mr. E――s of Ebly, and enquire how Mrs. L――e may be directed to? Her husband had many letters from me. How are dear Mrs. R――ts, and Mrs. A――re? I never forget them in the midst of all my loves. I hope you are surrounded with warm friends, a most kind and affectionate nurse, and what is all in all, an
infinitely compassionate never-failing Jesus. To his unchangeable love I most earnestly commend your whole self, and all dear never to be forgotten friends. How is poor Mr. C――e? What an hospital is the church! Blessed be God, there are no incurables in it however. Ere long, we shall be where the inhabitants shall no more say, "I am sick." Hallelujah. I am, my very dear Tommy, Yours, &c. &c. &c. in Him, G. W.