Page:The Works of the Reverend George Whitefield, M.A., late of Pembroke-College, Oxford, and Chaplain to the Rt. Hon. the Countess of Huntingdon (1771 Volume 2).djvu/199

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  • deed, when I consider my blunders, mistakes, and imprudencies,

I wonder the glorious Emmanuel does not lay me aside; but his grace is like himself, infinite and eternal. I hope he has given me a sight of, and humbled me for some of my mistakes; and I trust as I grow in years, if I am to live longer, I shall grow in knowledge and every christian virtue. Reverend and dear Sir, be pleased to pray for me. I do not forget you, though perhaps you may judge otherwise. O for heaven! There christian ministers shall see eye to eye.—But I must not weary you. In a few days I suppose you will hear what has happened in the West. Dear Mr. M—— perhaps may acquaint you with particulars. With this, I send you a few of my last accounts of the Orphan-house. You may dispose of them as you think proper. When you see Mr. B—— or R——, or any of the ministers that were friendly to me, be pleased to remember me to them in the most respectful manner. I hope Mrs. W—— and your whole houshold enjoy much of Him whose presence is better than life. I earnestly entreat the Lord to fill you with all his fulness, and beg leave to subscribe myself, reverend and dear Sir,

 Your most affectionate, though unworthy younger brother and servant in Jesus Christ, G. W.

LETTER DCXCVIII. To the Reverend Mr. E——.


Edinburgh, Oct. 12, 1748.

Reverend and dear Sir,

BY the providence of a good and gracious God, I came hither last night, after having preached at Falkirk in the morning. Mr. A—— behaved very kindly. Mr. N—— has Mr. M——'s letter. I am to see him at five this evening. On Tuesday next, God willing, I intend preaching for Mr. G——, and to leave Scotland the Tuesday following. In the mean while you may write what you please. But whither am I going? Let God direct. Let my name be forgotten, let me be trodden under the feet of all men, if Jesus may thereby be glorified. I wish you or Mr. M—— would write a line to Mr. W——; I would not have any good, though mistaken