Norwich, July 31, 1762.
My very dear Friend,
THOUGH you never mentioned a word concerning the letter I sent you when at Bristol, yet this doth not discourage me from dropping you a few lines, now I am put into Norwich-Dock, in order to refit for another expedition. The Holland one last month, was, I trust, profitable to myself and others; and if ever my usefulness is to be continued at London, I must be prepared for it, by a longer itineration both by land and water. At present, blessed be God, I can preach once a day, and it would do your heart good to see what an influence attends the word. All my old times are revived again. On next Monday, God willing, I shall set forwards to Lincolnshire, Yorkshire, &c. You that are in cieled houses, and under vaulted roofs (which I do not grudge you) will not forget a poor pilgrim, who desires no other pulpit but a mount, no other sounding board but the heavens. I hope dear Mr. J—— is recovered of his indisposition, and that your wife and his, with yourself, are increasing with all the increase of God. My cordial respects and most hearty love attend you, and all that are so kind as to enquire after a worthless worm. As I shall not write to-night, be pleased to inform my wife that you heard of my welfare, and in so doing, you will add to the obligations already laid upon, my very dear Mr. K——n,
Yours, &c. in our Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXVIII.
To the Reverend Mr. T——.
Edinburgh, September 2, 1762.
I AM just this moment returned from Glasgow, where I have been enabled to preach every day, and twice at Cambuslang. Auditories were large, and Jesus smiled upon my feeble labours. God willing, I shall leave this place on Wednesday next; but I despair of seeing you. I have heard nothing of Mr. M——n and V——n since I left them at Leeds. What a mercy, that we are sure of meeting in heaven! Surely, you will not go before me thither. Must it be always juniores priores? Adieu. Cordial respects await your whole self. Lord Jesus be with your spirits! I fear the carrier will be gone. Accept these few rusty filings from, my very dear friend,