_To the Reverend Mr. H――――._
_London, Jan. 27, 1753._
_My very dear Friend_,
I Thank you a thousand times for the trouble you have been at, in revising my poor compositions, which I am afraid you have not treated with a becoming severity. How many pardons shall I ask for mangling, and I fear murdering your dear _Theron_ and _Aspasia_? You will see by _Monday_’s coach; which will bring a parcel directed for you, to the care of Doctor _S――――_. It contains one of your dialogues, and two more of my sermons, which I do not like very well myself, and therefore shall not wonder if you dislike them. If you think they will do for the public, pray return them immediately, because the other two go to the press next _Monday_. I have nothing to comfort me but this, “that the LORD chooses the weak things of this world to confound the strong, and things that are not, to bring to nought the things that are.” I think to sell all four sermons for six-pence. I write for the poor, you for the polite and the noble; GOD will assuredly own and bless what you write.――As yet I have only had time to peruse one of your sweet dialogues; as fast as possible I shall read the rest. I am more than paid for my trouble by reading them. The LORD be with your dear heart! Continue to pray for me. The LORD be with us. Grace! Grace! I am, dearest Sir, in very great haste, but greater love,
Yours, &c. _G. W._