_York, July 11, 1753._
_My dear Mr. D――――_,
THUS far, but no farther, am I as yet advanced in my way to _Scotland_,
and was I to comply with the pressing invitations of the _Yorkshire_
people, I know not when I should get there. The fields are exceeding
white, ready unto harvest; but by preaching thrice a day to great
multitudes, my poor tabernacle is enfeebled, and I have such a cold
that I cannot well write much. Strange, that I can do no more for Him
who hath done and suffered so much for me! Be pleased to remember me
to all; and acquaint dear Mr. and Mrs. _S――――_, that I hope to send
them an historical letter from _Newcastle_, where I expect to be next
Lord’s-day. I shall be glad to hear that your soul prospers, and that
all goes on well at the Tabernacle. I hope to see _Edinburgh_ next week.
My hearty love to all. Accept the same yourself, from, dear Mr. _D――――_,
Your affectionate friend and servant for JESUS CHRIST’s sake,
_G. W._