Letters 1789A
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | letter |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-letters-1789a-006 |
| Words | 386 |
It seems to me that you drew the right conclusion from this remarkable providence. Surely God does now give you a loud call to devote yourself to God in a single life. I advise you to read with much prayer the Notes on I Corinthians 7th. And remember the wise direction of Kempis, [Book I. chap. viii.] 'Avoid all good women, and commend them to God.' --I am, dear Tommy,
Your affectionate brother.
To Mr. T. Roberts, At the New Room,
In Cork.
To Joseph Taylor
LONDON, February 13, 1789.
DEAR JOSEPH, -- I have a business of some importance for you to transact. Pray go to my old friend Matthew Bagshaw, and in my name desire of him, (1) to tell you how far John Wilson has wronged him: (2) to introduce you to Mr. Henshaw, of whom you are to inquire (and write me word directly) what he heard between John Wilson and him: desire him also (3) to let you know whether he has wronged any one beside in Nottingham: if he has, in what manner
If you can come clearly to the bottom of his affair, it is possible I may be of some real service to him. But till then it is not possible. For God will surely fight against him while he continues to cover his sin.--I am, dear Joseph,
Your affectionate friend and brother.
To Walter Churchey
[LONDON, February 18, 1789.]
MY DEAR BROTHER, -- I am fully convinced we cannot possibly dispose of more than five hundred copies. My printer has carefully computed what the printing of these on a fine paper will cost, and finds it will come rather under a hundred and fifty pounds. [See letter of March 3, 1789.] So the sooner you begin the better. I am
Your affectionate brother.
I am so set hence for Bristol on Monday, March 2.
To Ann Bolton
NEAR LONDON, February 20, 1789.
MY DEAR NANCY, -- We have conversed together a fair number of years; and I never was tired of you yet. From the time of its birth to this day my love to you never grew cold; though I have often observed yours to vary, being sometimes warmer and sometimes colder. But it can never be quite cold in this region of sorrow and care.