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 LETTER CCCCLI.

To Brother T, in London.

Glasgow, September 4, 1742.

My dear Brother, I Hope this letter will find you, where your last left you, at the feet of the meek and lowly. My dear brother, it is a delightful situation: Mary found it so. O true poverty of spirit, what a rare, yet what a precious thing it is! The foundation of it, is a deep, abiding knowledge of the corruption of the heart, and its desperate wickedness. I find more and more the necessity of leaning upon my beloved, whilst travelling through the wilderness of this world. I find I am yet but learning in the school of, and scarce know any thing as I ought to know. I often blush at a sense of my unfruitfulness, ingratitude, &c. and yet am made continually to rejoice in his great salvation. My brother, press on and faint not; though faint, yet still pursue. When your father and mother forsake you, the will take you up. I do not wonder at your father's opposition. His letter bespeaks him to be a man of a very bad spirit. I thought proper to burn it. My brother, pray for him, and beg of that you may behave with all meekness, humility and love. I would enlarge, but time is short, and much of my dear Master's business is lying before me. For the present, adieu! My kind love to all. May the keep you unspotted from the world. You shall overcome by the blood of the Lamb. We see wond'rous things here. Pray and give thanks for Your affectionate friend, and servant in, G. W.     LETTER CCCCLII. To Mr. B, in London.

Glasgow, Sept. 4, 1742.

My dear Brother B,

I Embrace a few moments to answer your kind letter. Not want of love but leisure prevented my doing it before; yet I have not forgotten you in my prayers. Your case hath