Chapter CDXXXII: Letter MCCCXCIX: To Mr. A――――s

_London, November 30, 1768._

_My very dear Tommy_,

TEN thousand thanks for your kind sympathy. Many thought I should not hold out from _Bath_ to _London_. But I cannot as yet go to him whom, I trust, my soul loveth. Last _Sunday_ I creeped up to my gospel throne: this evening the same honour is to be conferred upon me. Why me, LORD? why me? The prayers of GOD’s people detain me here: for what end, the event only can discover. To be tried, we may be assured. Mr. _W――――t_ is going with his brothers to _Georgia_, in order to finish the wings of the intended college, and repair the present buildings. I suppose they will sail in about a fortnight. You will pray that _Abraham_’s GOD may be my GOD and my guide unto death. He will, he will.

I would believe thy promise, LORD;
LORD, help my unbelief.

Cordial, most cordial respects await your whole self, and all who are so kind as to enquire after, my very dear _Tommy_,

Less than the least of all,

_G. W._