G. W.
LETTER XXI.
To the Same.
Stonehouse, April 26, 1737.
Dear Sir,
BE pleased to send the Poor Country Curate, and Flavel’s Husbandry Spiritualized. I know not what to do for want of a clock in the house. How shall I know, how my precious time passes away? You’ll mind your promise to come. Here are lovely, solitary, and pleasant walks to commune with your own heart, and search out your spirit. Has Mr. Pauncefoot wrote to me? My dear friend Stratford’s death affects me still. Methinks I long to be above, employed as he is. But alas, I am not ripe for glory; if I was, my heavenly Father would gather me into his garner. Farewell, Dear Sir; remember I am alone, and pray accordingly for
Your sincere, though weak friend,
G. W.