_To Mr. ――――._
_London, October 31, 1755._
_My very dear Friend_,
LAST night, a never-failing GOD brought me from the north of _England_, where I have been enabled to preach twice and thrice a day, to many, many thousands for these two months last past. And yet I cannot die.――Nay they tell me, “I grow fat.” O that I may grow in grace, especially in humility! Then would the LORD delight to honour me. Vile as I am, this he continues to do. Never did I see the word more blessed, or so many thousands run after it with greater greediness. Next to inviting them to CHRIST, I have always taken care to exhort them to pray for King _George_, and our dear friends in _America_. I trust, that thousands are now engaged this way, and whatever dark providences may intervene, I hope to hear they have been more than conquerors.――“Pray continue to write,” I often tell my friend. I often think of him who sent me the glass, before the friend of sinners. GOD almighty bless you and yours, and all enquiring dear souls, with all spiritual and temporal blessings! I see some are marrying, and others giving in marriage. May the LORD JESUS sanctify every change, till we all come to sit down at the marriage feast of the supper of the Lamb! There I hope ere long to meet you. Fly, fly, Time: hasten, hasten, O wished-for Eternity! Adieu: my tender love to all. I wish dear Mr. _T――――_ a good help-mate, but above all, I wish him much success in espousing poor sinners to the ever adorable JESUS. Once more farewel.
Yours, &c.