I thought the best method that I could take now, was to go to London,
and find out Mr. Whitefield, who was the only living soul I knew in
England, and get him to direct me to some way or other to procure a
living without being troublesome to any Person.--I took leave of my
Christian friend at Portsmouth, and went in the stage to London.--A
creditable tradesman in the City, who went up with me in the stage,
offer'd to show me the way to Mr. Whitefield's Tabernacle. Knowing that
I was a perfect stranger, I thought it very kind, and accepted his
offer; but he obliged me to give him half-a-crown for going with me, and
likewise insisted on my giving him five shillings more for conducting me
to Dr. Gifford's Meeting.
I began now to entertain a very different idea of the inhabitants of
England than what I had figur'd to myself before I came amongst
them.--Mr. Whitefield receiv'd me very friendly, was heartily glad to
see me, and directed me to a proper place to board and lodge in
Petticoat-Lane, till he could think of some way to settle me in, and
paid for my lodging, and all my expences.
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