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Charles Spurgeon’s Letters-Letter 143

November 16, 2017 Leave a comment

TO REV. WILLIAM CUFF

WESTWOOD, June 30, 1884.

DEAR MR. CUFF,—

I thank you and all the friends at the Shoreditch Tabernacle for their kind remembrance of me upon my Jubilee. These expressions of brotherly love are very cheering to me. I feel bound to rise to some higher degree of grace that I may better warrant the esteem of my friends. Pray for me.

In return may our Lord richly bless both Pastor and people at Shoreditch.

May the peace of God be over you all.

Yours gratefully,

C. H. SPURGEON.

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Charles Spurgeon’s Letters-Letter 142

TO REV. WILLIAM CUFF

NIGHTINGALE LANE, July 3, ‘79.

DEAR MR. CUFF, —

By all means see me for a few minutes if you can tell me how to get £100 for Girls’ Orphanage.

Come and give your lecture upon C. H. S. at the Tabernacle for your new chapel as soon as the present winter season is over and summer comes on, it will probably be in winter time.

What a fine handsome fellow you are — vide photograph. Some of the others have turned yellow — probably at the sight of such surpassing beauty.

Yours ever heartily,

C. H. SPURGEON.

Charles Spurgeon’s Letters-Letter 141

TO REV. WILLIAM CUFF

NIGHTINGALE LANE, Dec. 16, ‘76.

DEAR MR. CUFF,—

You asked me for permission to use one or two more of the caricatures I have in my book. I said “Yes” of course. But Mr. B says you want to borrow my Album. That cannot be. It never goes out of this house if I know it. You can come and copy what you please, but not remove the Album.

I hope to be on the Mediterranean before I see February. Ask my brother yourself and I dare say he will help you, but I cannot be sure, for he will have everything to see to during my absence.

I have been to see Silverton’s place and I think it perfect. You cannot do better than copy it. God speed you.

Yours heartily,

C. H. SPURGEON.

Charles Spurgeon’s Letters-Letter 140

TO REV. A. G. BROWN

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.

Yours so heartily,

C. H. SPURGEON.

Charles Spurgeon’s Letters-Letter 139

TO REV. A. G. BROWN

CLAPHAM.

LOVING BROTHER, —

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.

Charles Spurgeon’s Letters-Letter 138

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.

Charles Spurgeon’s Letters-Letter 137

TO MR. JOSHUA KEEVIL

WESTWOOD, Aug. 30, 1890.

DEAR MR. KEEVIL,—

What a patriarchal family you are — here is Joshua sending me a letter from Noah, containing news about Enoch and Job and his girls. It makes me feel proud to be in such ancient company.

God bless you all. I will send Noah a receipt. Like his namesake, he seems to have had enough rain.

Well, we shall get home. You are a good soul. May the Lord give you the double portion, as he did Job!

Yours heartily ever,

C. H. SPURGEON.