TO MR. WILLIAM HIGGS

To [Mr. W. Higgs, Sen.]. NEW PARK STREET CHAPEL, June 11, ‘56.

DEAR SIR, —

I beg to inform you that at a Meeting of the Church at New Park Street you were appointed one of a Committee to confer upon the best course of action for providing increased accommodation for the congregations who assemble with us.

The first Meeting of the Committee is hereby summoned on Monday afternoon, June 16th, in the Committee Room adjoining the Chapel at o’clock punctually and the favor of your attendance is earnestly requested by Yours very truly, C. H. SPURGEON.

PARIS,

Friday.

DEAR FRIEND, —

You will be glad to know that I have mended every day since reaching France. The weather has been almost like summer till yesterday, and so I have been much in the open air and can now walk a mile at a time, though not without feebleness and great readiness to sit down. I have written very few letters, read little and exercised the brain as little as possible. The result is most satisfactory so fax. I am counting upon seeing you all again. You are ever kind to me, you especially. Accept my love and give the same to Mrs. Higgs and family. To save coppers I enclose a note for Mr. T. Olney, which one of your numerous family will kindly give to him on Sunday if this reaches you in time.

I hope to come home on Thursday if the day should not be too rough. I hope Mr. P’s corn will indicate smooth weather for that day. Old Moore says it will be fair, but I am afraid he cannot be trusted so far as the Channel.

I hope the Tabernacle will come out gloriously. I am sure you have had all your work to get it done. No I forget, it is Hill, Higgs and Hill; well, such success to them and especially to the young squire in the center.

Yours most truly, C. H. SPURGEON.

WESTWOOD,

Nov. 4, 1881.

DEAR FRIEND,—

The Lord bless you in your substance which you have thus sanctified unto Him by the dedication of so large a portion. I hardly know when I rejoiced more over help to the Lord’s work. I see how the Lord is leading you, and your beloved wife, and raising up fresh generations of faithful ones who love His cause indeed and in truth. The four cheques have reached me safely. May there be no check on your prosperity, but growing blessing.

Yours heartily, C. H. SPURGEON.

WESTWOOD,

June 19, 1884.

DEAR FRIEND, —

I am buried under the weight of kindness from all sorts of people, but as for you and all the family, you quite beat me. I love you all, and feel most happy to be so remembered by you. I shall have your goodness before me every day. I was going to get a good aneroid, and lo, here it is —

a far better one than I should have purchased. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I am conscious of having been long your debtor, but I certainly cannot agree that I have done anything for you worthy of mention.

The Lord God Almighty bless every one of you.

Yours very heartily, but rather hurriedly, C. H. SPURGEON.

MENTONE,

Dec. 27, 1888.

DEAR BROTHER WILL,—

We are getting on as happily as we can expect to do without you and your wife. Weather sometimes weeping, sometimes smiling. I am well as far down as the knees; but my feet are not models yet. The swelling is nothing like what it was, but the ankles are so weak. It is only weakness. You know I was always a little weak in the head, and as it is running to the other part I hope the head will be the clearer. I want to come home, but I must wait till the bearers of the house will sustain me.

Remember me to all the angels at Gwydyr and to your own especial cherub and cherubim. To all the Tabernacle brethren give my hearty love.

We have a very nice family party here to prayer every morning. They ask to come and seem to enjoy it greatly. I have expounded all through John’s Gospel, and it has been good for me, if for no one else. The Lord prosper your business in 1889 beyond every previous year, and give your soul prosperity in a still greater measure.

Yours lovingly, C. H. SPURGEON.

MENTONE,

Thursday, Dec. 4, ‘90.

DEAR FRIEND,—

You are a delight to me at every remembrance of you. Receive my love, and give as much of it as you like to your wife, your mother, and your sisters and all the clan.

I thank you for entertaining our friends at the Baths. May more come next Sunday.

My hand is not yet so light as it should be, and to write is a painful task.

Still it is better, or I could not be scribbling this screed. I sleep nicely, and have been out driving most days, and so I am mending soundly if not swiftly. I have had a hard grind, and I hope it will sharpen me. I wish I could see you.

Remember me to every deacon. I cannot yet write much; will they take it as done until this unworthy right hand gets well.

I like to hear how all goes on. Stir up brethren to write. T. O. sent a very cheering telegram. J P___ nice letter.

My dear wife seems out of the world rather. She has felt the cold bitterly.

It rains to-day, and Mrs. Bernard laughs because I propose to pay her only when the sun shines!

God bless you and yours.

Yours heartily, C. H. SPURGEON.

MENTONE,

Jan . 20, 1892.

MY DEAR FRIEND,—

The sun shines at length, and now! hope to get on. I have not been up to the mark the last few days, and I have a little gout in the right hand which makes it hard to write; but I shall soon get over it ....

I wired Prince of Wales, and had a telegram back, which I did not expect.

Shall be right glad to see you. Mrs. S. is pretty well.