WHO would but converse when together, like persons that may never meet again till launched into an endless eternity. I hope this was in some measure our case, when we dined lately at Mr. H——t’s. One of the company, I find, is gone, and I trust to eat bread in the kingdom of heaven.
She is happy now, and we
Soon her happiness shall see.
In the midst of all your sorrow for the loss of so near and dear a relation, methinks such a consideration may make you cry out, Hallelujah! Amen! Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly. Blessed be God, our turn will come by and by. Be ye also ready, is the loud call of the present afflictive providence. That it may be duly heard, and practically applied, is the hearty prayer of
Your sympathizing friend, and servant in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCCLXXXV.
To Mr. D——n.
London, April 6, 1768.