Yours, &c. &c. &c. in our Lord, God almighty,
G. W.
LETTER MCCCLXXV.
To Mr. R—— K——n.
Tottenham-Court, Saturday Morning, October 31, 1767.
My dear Friend,
I WISH some one hour could be fixed for the triumvirate, to meet once a week. Some business might then be done for both ends of the town. Regular dispatch is beautiful. What your hand findeth to do, do it with all your might, &c. I would settle every thing; perhaps I may be called suddenly, as well as ——. Transporting thought! Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly. I would reflect upon Wednesday with humility and gratitude[¹]. Lord, what am I? “Less than the least of all,” must be my motto still. I hope you have got the better of your pleasing fatigue. What an honour to do any thing for Jesus! in Him, I am, my dear friend,
Ever yours, &c. &c.
G. W.