LETTER MCCIX.
To Mr. ——.
Edinburgh, August 15, 1758.
My very dear Sir,
NOT till last Saturday, did your first long wished-for letter come to hand. I wonder that I—— C—— did not dispatch it immediately. As I knew not what its contents would be, I did not write to Staffordshire; for I was and am determined to fix upon nothing without advising with you. And indeed, I think the whole must be put off till we can have a free conference. In the mean while, I shall write to our young friend, and pray that the friend of all would direct in this important affair. He will, he will. It is not with Mr. S—— as you imagine. He is quite free. But more of this when we meet.—When we meet! strange words for a dying man!—But it seems I am growing better. Within these four days I have felt a great alteration.—Perhaps it may continue. God’s will be done. Surely, never was there so weak a creature ever employed in such a work for God,—and yet people flock rather more than ever. Doctor W—— and Mr. R—— often wish you here. We have two lovely scenes every day. I hope the Redeemer will come with dear Mr. D——. I bless him for returning you, my dear Sir, in safety. My most cordial respects attend your dear relations, and beg the continuance of your prayers, for, my very dear Sir,
Yours, &c.
G. W.