but not changed," should always be Charles-Town motto. Lord, let them hear thy rod, and who hath appointed it! What a dreadful thing is it to come cankered out of the furnace? It bespeaks further trials yet behind;—but I need not tell you this.—Excuse this freedom: be pleased to give my hearty love to all, and I beseech you continue to pray for, my dear friend and brother,
Yours most affectionately in our common Lord, G. W.
LETTER DCCCCLXII. To Mr. V B.
My very dear Sir, London, Jan. 19, 1753.
A Few days ago I was with good Mr. Z, who assured me that Mr. V had written him, that two hundred pounds sterling were ordered you to be disposed of as you should judge proper. I hope you will find this to be true, if you have not found it so already. Is there no way of making the breach up between you and Mr. B? Mr. Ur, from whom I heard very lately, and also all your German friends, desire it extremely. I promised Mr. Z that I would use my interest for your own sake, but above all for the sake of Jesus Christ our common Lord. My very dear Sir, do forgive and forget, and if you are conscious you have been too hasty in any respect, pray send to Mr. B a few lines of love. We never lose any thing by stooping.—God will always exalt the humble soul. O that the prince of peace would honour me to be a peace-maker!—Do, my dear friend, comply with my request, and thereby give further proofs that you are indeed converted, and become a little child. May this blessing descend on your new-born babe! Our joint respects await Mrs. V and yourself. You may well wish yourself at the tabernacle. All is alive there.—Thousands flock to hear, and thousands feel the power of the living God.—Dear Charles-Town, I pity thee! O that thou knowest the day of thy visitation! If this meets you there employed as an engineer, may the Lord own, bless and direct you, and keep you unspotted from the world! If elsewhere, I hope you are where God would have you be,
