_To Mr. B――――._
_Newcastle, Aug. 30, 1752._
_My dear Mr. B――――_,
YOUR last kind letter came to hand, only a few days before I left _London_. Business prevented my answering it then: accept a few lines from hence. They leave me on my way to _Scotland_. Thither the cloud seemed to move, and I purpose to call on you, GOD willing, in my return to _London_. Could you meet me at _Leeds_? I have thoughts of coming that way back. I have written to Mr. _S――――_, and as I expect to see him, you need say nothing about the books. I wrote also to Mr. _G――――_. A short interview will settle every thing. Do not let my friend be so solicitously anxious about persons or things. “The LORD reigneth,” was the answer that _Luther_ sent to over-careful _Melancthon_. Never fear.――Our LORD knows how to over-rule all for good. So that his work goes on, let you and I be content to be forgotten, nay to be trodden under foot, and slighted by our own spiritual children and friends. This is bitter, but wholsome physic. The all-wise physician I trust will make us drink it, till every evil, fretful, and uneasy temper be purged out of us. Let us then, my dear man, chearfully take the cup out of his blessed hands, and leave all to Him. A word to the wise is enough. I must not enlarge. How goes on brother _W――――b_? I hope he does not preach in a controversial way; I suppose I shall see him in the North. My stay in _Scotland_ will be about a month. You may direct for me at _Edinburgh_. I hope that a door is opened at _Leicester_ and _Lutterworth_ for field-preaching. We have had glorious seasons in _Gloucestershire_ and _London_. O for a good gate in the North! It is harvest time.――All hands to work. My love to Mrs. _B――――_ and all that love CHRIST, whether they think in all things as I do or not. I send Mr. _――――ly_ my cordial respects, and beg you to accept the same from, my dear Mr. _B――――_,
Yours, &c. _G. W._