I CANNOT rest satisfied, or contented, till I have eased my mind, by sending a few lines to my dear friend; for I know not when I have been more harassed by the devil, rebellion, unbelief, and a heart pregnant with oaths and curses, together with hard and jealous thoughts of God, and his conduct, than I have been since last Saturday morning, excepting the few minutes of respite while in the pulpit. I thought, last night, that you looked very much distressed, and it left a heavy weight upon my mind, which I am willing to carry, hoping in time to wrestle it off, if it does but ease you of any part of your burden.
I think, through the friendly aid and assistance of the devil, that I hurt you on Tuesday evening, but not intentionally; as I hope never to add to your affliction, nor to speak to the grief of those whom God hath wounded. Moreover, as I do possible, to be at Bolney one Lord's day; I think you might, if you choose, go down on a Saturday, and return on the Monday, without being much out of your business; as you could easily get down on the afternoon and evening of the Saturday, and dine at home on the Monday. But of this you and your spouse may consider. Grace be with you both.
Your's affectionately,
W. HUNTINGTON.
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