Dr. HEWIT'S LETTER TO Dr wild on Monday, June 7. 1658. being the day before he suffered Death, and read by Dr. wild at his funeral.  
Dearest Brother,  
I Have no cause to think that you have not at any time taken me along with you in the daily walk upon your knees to Heaven, but I beseech you and all my Brethren to be (now especially) very mindful to call upon God for me. The more company I go withal, the more welcome I shall be made. I should be loath either to leave out of my Creed, or to be left out of the benefit of the Communion of Saints Two are better than one. Two or three have the advantage of a Promise; but to go with a multitude to the House of God, where all comers are welcome, is to be assured beforehand of good entertainment. Admission will hardly be denied to any, for whom there is great importunity of many: If the Gate be shut, much knocking will open it; or if that would not do it, united Forces would offer an Holy violence. Many will prevail, where one alone can do but little good. Woe unto him that is alone.  
Therefore dear Brother, sith it is the infirmity of our nature, that we live not without the occasions of giving and taking of offence. And 'tis the corruption of our nature that the offences we give, we write in the dust; Those we take, we engrave in Marble. If you know, or shall hear of any one either of my Brethren, or other persons whom by any act of scandal I have tempted, or provoked, or lessened or disturbed, to exclude me the benefits of their charitable prayers or wishes I beseech you beg of them from me, for me, their pardon. And let not any private wildfire of passion put out the holy flames of a diffusive charity: And as for myself, I do here protest before God that I do heartily desire to forget the injuries of whosoever has trespassed against me, either by word or deed. And if God should have been pleased to have granted a longer life, I would not refuse, (yea I am steadfastly resolved to solicit terms of Reconciliation with them that have done me the wrong) And if my own heart do not deceive me, I would give my life to save the soul of any of my Christian Brethren, and would be content to want some degrees of glory in Heaven, so that my very greatest Enemies might be so happy as to have some. The God of Mercy shed forth his Bowels for them that shed my blood, and the blood of Christ save, & the Spirit of Christ sanctify, and support him who desires to live no longer then to honour the Father, Son, and holy Ghost, and both living and dying craves yours, and the prayers of the whole Church for her unworthy Child, and  
Dearest Brother Your most affectionate Friend, Brother and Servant in Christ Jesus, John Hewit. Tower, June 7. 1658. Morning 7 a Clock.