TO REV. A. G. BROWN CLAPHAM,

January 29.

DEAR BROTHER, —

Three cheers for you, my true-hearted comrade! The story of your East London gathering of the clans fills me with delight. The Lord be with thee, thou mighty man of valor! Whether, in striking the Spiritualists, you are hitting the devil or a donkey, does not matter much; you have evidently hit hard, or they would not be so fierce. I am not able to take much credit for bringing you up, but I am about as proud of you as I dare be.

I hope we shall have a good meeting on Friday week. It is oil to my bones to see you all.

Yours always lovingly, C. H. SPURGEON.

CLAPHAM. LOVING BROTHER,

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I thank you much for preaching for me, praying for me, and loving me. I am better, but have had a sharp nip. Lucian says,” I thought a cobra had bitten me, and filled my veins with poison; but it was worse, —

it was gout.” That was written from experience, I know. Yet I bless God for this suffering also, and believe that your prophetic card will be truer than Dr.

Cureming’s vaticinations.

Yours ever lovingly, C. H. S.

NIGHTINGALE LANE,

May 23.

DEAR FRIEND, —

Will you go out with me and others, on June 15, for a week, or two weeks, or three weeks, or a few days, or whatever time you like? We feel that we should like your company, and we think we might do you good. You are very dear to us; to me especially. We shall be very quiet, and jog along with the old greys.

I pray the Lord to bless and comfort you.