_To Mr. H――――._
_London, June 9, 1752._
_My very dear Friend_,
I Have received and read your manuscripts; but for me to play the critic on them, would be like holding up a candle to the sun. However, before I leave town, I will just mark a few places as you desire, and then send the manuscripts to your brother. I foretell their fate: nothing but your scenery can screen you. Self will never bear to die, though slain in so genteel a manner, without shewing some resentment against its artful murderer. I am glad you have written to _South-Audley-street_. You are resolved not to die in my debt. I think to call your intended purchase WESTON, and shall take care to remind him by whose means he was brought under the everlasting gospel. O that Doctor _S――――_ may be brought out to preach it! If you do not take the other living yourself, I think your giving it to the Doctor is a glorious scheme. I lay at your brother’s house last week: your sister seemed to love to talk of JESUS CHRIST and her own heart. She got up early, and came after me and my wife to Madam _T――――_’s. You know how to improve this hint at a proper season. Your brother hath been so kind as to let me have the little mare again. My Master walked, I ride to preach the glorious gospel. Whether riding or walking, LORD JESUS, let my whole heart be taken up with thee! Adieu, my dearest Sir, adieu. Cease not to pray for,
Ever yours whilst _G. W._