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hear some new-thing. I thought the observation was too just. You are jealous about principles, (which is right) but all the while your own practice is not sufficiently watched over. I have heard that you spend much time in coffee-houses, and from your own house. I hope these things are not so; and it is with grief and out of tender love that I now mention them to you. For some time I felt my heart quite locked up

from writing to you. Mr. M—— will not be offended with me for this plain dealing. You know I love you, and I am sure this letter proceeds from love. I know too much of my own weakness and infirmities to insult others; and when a brother is overtaken in a fault, I desire to restore him in the spirit of meekness. But I know how much the glory of God is concerned in our walk. The eyes of the world are now in an especial manner upon you. How holy ought you and I, dear Mr. M——, to be, in all manner of conversation and godliness! Labour therefore, my dear brother, to get an abiding presence of God in your heart. Be willing to be searched. Pray that you may feel the full power of the Redeemer's blood; and walk in the continued comforts of the holy ghost. Be not slothful in business. Go to bed seasonably, and rise early. Redeem your precious time: pick up the fragments of it, that not one moment may be lost. Be much in secret prayer. Converse less with man, and more with God. Accept this advice, given in great love. I purpose staying here about a fortnight. Dear Mr. M——, I am

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

LETTER CCCLXXXII. To the Rev. Mr. W——, at Dundee.


Reverend and dear Sir, Bristol, Dec. 30, 1741.

I Should blame myself much, for not writing to you before now, was I conscious it was owing to any wilful neglect: but my master's business hath so engaged me, that I really have not had an opportunity. God gave us a sweet journey to England. Since my return hither, I have been at Gloucester, Bristol, in Wales, and at London, and have great reason to