TO MESSRS. FULLERTON AND SMITH NIGHTINGALE LANE,

Sept. 9, ‘79.

DEAR FRIENDS, —

The Lord be with you. I like your plans well enough, but the less rule and regulation the better. Thursday nights we shall probably have some other preacher, but all else seems to me right enough.

May Burnley continue to burn with grace.

Yours heartily, C. H. SPURGEON.

NIGHTINGALE LANE,

July 28.

DEAR BRETHREN, —

The best of blessings be with you both. Your letter was too late for the month’s Mag.

Fire away, and the Lord direct the bullets.

Pray for me. I have much trouble. Telegrams received thankfully. Prayer offered.

Yours heartily, C. H. SPURGEON.

To [Mr. Fullerton]. MENTONS, Sabbath morning, [Dec., 1881].

DEAR

FRIEND,—

From this distant spot I breathe many a prayer for your work at home and just now I feel moved to write a sentence or two.

At the end of your work may the Lord give you some of the most marvelous conversions, for “there are last that shall be first.” May some who have said, “I go not,” now repent and go. If souls have escaped your arrows hitherto may the last drawing of the bow be for their wounding.

I know that no paper pellets will distress either you or Mr. Smith if the Lord will give you souls. You seek not to be glorious in the eyes of men, but to be regarded as nothing that all the honor may be the Lord’s. I consider that the writer who assailed you has supplied you with such a seal as your Irish soul will value —

he has just put the stamp of his impartial prejudice upon you.

Yours heartily, C. H. SPURGEON. [July 4, 1881.]

DEAR FRIEND,—

Check safely received. All went gloriously on Sunday. Success to the Woolwich infants. May you take good aim.

Yours heartily, C. H. SPURGEON.

WESTWOOD,

Sept. 13, 1883.

DEAR BRETHREN, —

I rejoice that you have begun so hopefully in Bury, may you see the Lord’s hand more and more plainly every day. Oh, for thousands of real conversions! We want no sham penitents, and noisy professors; but men and women whose hearts are sick of sin, and whose minds find real rest in Jesus. This must be the work of the Holy Ghost, and therefore the godly must pray mightily for you. All must begin and end at the throne of grace.

You and I know this, and have felt the truth of it; and therefore we put it in the forefront of the battle.

Give my love to the Lord’s servants who are helping you, and bid them ask great things from the great God. Why should we look for so little and reap so little? The God of Pentecost is with us.

Yours in much love, C. H. SPURGEON.

MENTONE,

Dec. 17, [1883].

DEAR FRIEND, —

May the Lord bless your word of yesterday. We did not fail to pray for you. I hope this week will be a happy one for you and for the Tabernacle: may many be decided for the Lord. Here in my rest I am not without opportunities of setting forth Christ, and I hope I shall have a seed for the Lord here also. This rest and reading set me up for the year under the divine blessing.

I am praying that our Weekly Offering this year may not fall short for I am taking more students, and the times need more faithful preachers of the word. I pray that on you and Manton Smith may rest a double portion of the Spirit. Be sure to arrange to be with us next Conference.

Yours ever heartily, C. H. SPURGEON.

MENTONE,

15/1/’84.

DEAR MR.FULLERTON, —

I am in such a position that I must even drive a willing horse beyond reason. I want a paper from you for the Conference.

I have been very ill; I am ill still; can barely sit up. Yet this Conference must be arranged, and I write therefore importunately. Do not deny me. I grant it is too bad, etc. —

Grant much more, —

I am thoughtless, cruel, tyrannical, mall that is bad.

Still, I beg you to say “Yes.” Some holy spiritual subject. Just handled in your own way.

I groan to see a devout, pleading, spiritual convocation.

You can help towards this as few can. I must be awfully despotic and say you must.

God bless you in Leicester. Best love to Smith and yourself. Oh, that the place may be saved! If any in it love the old truth, may God, our Lord, compel them to come out like men.

Yours heartily, C. H. SPURGEON.

WESTWOOD,

June 14, 1887.

DEAR FRIEND, —

I am sure you need a holiday —

all of you. Rest as hard as you can. We don’t want to bury you yet, and working through the summer would end in some such calamity.

May St. Albans have the richest of blessings through your visit, and so cheer you all that you can rest heartily, being washed up by a wave of blessing. Excuse the brevity of my words. The sense is deep —

of gratitude to God for all His work done by you, of loving esteem for you, and of desire for your refreshment.

Yours heartily, C. H. SPURGEON.

GRAND HOTEL,

Thursday.

DEAR MR.FULLERTON,

—

I am greatly rejoiced to hear of your success at Abbey Road and I pray that you may have the like blessing at the Tabernacle. If all our friends should be moved by the Spirit of our God to long for a blessing, a blessing will come. Where the masses are all around us there should be no lack of hearers, and there can be none if our people become living advertisements.

Then you will need that all should rally to the standard, not only the usual workers, but those who have hitherto been in the rear rank. Should the older members feel it to be their duty to join with the younger in the common effort you would have weight as well as force. I believe that the absence of a single individual is a loss, and that the hearty cooperation of all would ensure an unexampled measure of spiritual power.

As far as in me lies, I would beg the Lord to prosper you at the Tabernacle, and I would also beg my dear people to be earnest in securing the largest measure of blessing.

May you and Mr. Smith feel quite at home. Do at Newington as you have done elsewhere. Your experience will have taught you the best methods, and I desire that you be not swayed by anyone on the spot, but follow the guidance of the Lord’s Spirit and your own judgments.

Yours ever heartily, C. H. SPURGEON.

To [Christian Friends]. METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON, S.E.

Sept. 1 , 1888. My dear friends, Messrs. Fullerton and Smith, have traversed the British islands preaching the word. God has greatly blessed them, and many wandering sheep have been gathered into the fold. They do not work for any party, but for the Lord Jesus. I would beg the Lord’s people of every church to work with them, in inducing the careless to come and hear them, and in looking after any who may be aroused by their testimony. Prayer is asked from all believers. Oh, that these two brethren, by whom the Lord has already wrought so graciously, may be a still greater blessing to every place where they shall in future visit!

C. H.

SPURGEON.

WESTWOOD,

Nov. 17, 1888.

DEAR MR.FULLERTON, —

I am glad to find that from a fund which is apart from College and Evangelists, and altogether my own, I can give to you and Mr. Smith the extra enclosed £… each. This is from me for Tabernacle work —

Sundays and weekdays. I will not say that it is not your due; for it is so, and much more.

But I like to look at it as a free-gift for service which you cheerfully render, and for which you expected no such return.

I rejoice with you in the extraordinary blessing. May it abide! I wish I knew how to keep on the work in some form or other. Suggest to the elders and students the propriety of looking after the enquirers, and having a weekly meeting for them.

I would not have asked another service of you, but Mr. H had an idea that you did not begin at Bloomsbury till 28th.

Yours ever heartily, C. H. SPURGEON.

MARSEILLES,

Wednesday noon, [1888]. We have arrived here happily after travelling all night. I am very frequently thinking of you and the work at the Tabernacle. Send me word to Mentone, where I hope to be to-morrow (Thursday). May some of the lapstones be broken: I have not many, but the few are hard. May some of the rolling stones be fixed in the temple wall.

May adamant become flesh. May flint be taken quite away. May the Lord Jesus be to thousands the head-stone of the Corner. Who else should be?

Where else would they putHIM?

My love to all my beloved fellow-workers and yourselves.

Yours very heartily, C. H. SPURGEON.

MENTONE,

Jan. 12, 1889.

DEAR FRIEND, —

I felt sure that the Lord would bless you at the Tabernacle, and now I feel grateful that He has done so. Although the weather was horrible, everybody feels that warmth and power were abundant in your testimony.

It is to me a joy unspeakable to be associated with a brother so sound in the faith, and so earnest for souls. The blend is one which only a divine hand can make.

May this be the best year we have ever seen! Do not make too many meetings. Yours is killing work: die at great length.

Now that you have no Home Evangel, can you sometimes help me with a narrative for Sword and Trowel? This must be kept up or funds will go down.

I feel very grateful for your circulating All of Grace. I believe the Lord will more and more bless that little book.

According to Promise is in the same line, from another point of view.

I have been very ill but I now feel convalescent. I have had say four days’ real holiday: the rest belongs to the head of illness and getting better. No, I had a good week at first.

Kindest regards to Mrs. Fullerton. She remembers the tea-drinking here.

The old Hotel de la Paix remains shut up, and is very dilapidated.

I wish you the largest success at Westbourne Grove. I am right glad you are there. I wish to both church and minister the full sunlight of the Lord.

Yours ever heartily, C. H. SPURGEON.

WESTWOOD,

Oct. 17 , 1890.

DEAR FRIEND,—

The Lord be with you! My grievous trial in the striking down of W. Olney makes me ask your loving sympathy. What shall I do? The Lord will be with me.

I am grateful for your papers for S. & T., which I will use by degrees.

Narratives are the scarcest and most useful sort of articles.

May you have a grand time at Tabernacle when I am away!

Yours ever heartily, C. H. SPURGEON.

WESTWOOD,

Nov. 8, 1890.

DEAR FRIEND, —

Hearty thanks for notes better than those of the Bank. I shall try to issue notes on Genesis like your notes. Any on the first six chapters greatly valued.

My head! My head!