_To Mr. R―――― K――――n._
_Newman, June 2, 1753._
DO not think that I have forgotten either you or yours, or my promise
of writing to you. Travelling and preaching have prevented me. Within
a little more than a fortnight, I have rode three hundred and fifty
miles, and preached above twenty times: with what success the great day
will discover. Then we shall know who are stony-ground hearers, and who
receive the word into honest and good hearts. At _Narboth_, _Pembroke_,
_Haverford-west_, &c. congregations were large; and a gracious melting
seemed to be among the people. Nature now cries out for a little ease,
but faith says, “It is now just time to begin to begin.” Perhaps you
may hear me preach next _Thursday_ evening. _London_ people attract
me much. O that our hearts may be more and more drawn towards JESUS!
I hope this will find you (like the impression of my seal) with your
soul winged for heaven, and this poor, earthly, good-for-nothing world,
under your feet. Could I fly away, you should never see me till we meet
at the right hand of GOD. There the wicked, and even my own mother’s
children, nay my spiritual children, will cease from troubling me, and
my weary soul will enjoy an everlasting rest. I can now no more. I am
baiting at an inn not far from _Gloucester_, hoping shortly to see you
and yours grown in grace; and begging all your dear relations to accept
hearty love, I subscribe myself, my dear, dear friend,
Yours most affectionately in our common LORD,
_G. W._