LETTER MCCCCVII.
To Mr. and Mrs. D——.
London, March 17, 1769.
My dear Friends,
I HOPE this will find you not only at, but fixed at Bethesda. Your brother James yesterday told me, “He thought it best.” It is not a time to think of leaving a happy wilderness now. There’s more noise in great cities. I am every day, every hour, almost every moment, thinking of and preparing for America. A pilgrim life to me is the sweetest on this side eternity. I am daily expecting Bethesda accompts. I am daily waiting for the kingdom of God. God bless my poor negroes. I am always, my dear friends,
Yours, &c. &c. in the Friend of all,
G. W.
LETTER MCCCCVIII.
To Mr. A——s.