Letter 642 Letter 643

that little tract, “A Letter to a Quaker.” I fear you are on the brink of a precipice, and you know it not. The enemy has put on his angel’s face, and you take him for a friend. Retire immediately! Go not near the tents of those dead, formal men, called Quakers! Keep close to your class, to your band, to your old teachers: They have the words of eternal life! Have any of them offended you? Has any stumbling-block been laid in your way? Hide nothing from,

My dear Molly,

Yours in affection.

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DCXLII. — To Mr. James Bogie.

MY DEAR BROTHER, LONDON, October 11, 1788.

IT is an excellent plan: The sooner you put it in execution, the better; only see that you be all punctual to follow one another exactly. Let not a little hindrance or inconvenience put you out of your way, — suppose a shower of rain or snow. Press on! Break through! Take up your cross each of you, and follow your Master: So shall the world and the devil fall under your feet.

I am, dear Jemmy,

Your affectionate friend and brother.

DCXLIII. — To the Same.

DEAR JEMMY, LEEDS, August 1, 1789.

YOUR division of Scotland into the three southern Circuits is exceedingly well judged. You will see, by the minutes of the Conference, that it is put into execution. I trust, in a few months’ time, to see thorough Methodist discipline both in Glasgow, Ayr, and Dumfries; and pray do not forget