_To Mr. K――――._
_London, October 13, 1761._
_My dear Fellow-prisoner_,
I HOPE an all-wise Redeemer is teaching us to be content to be buried
ourselves, and to bury our friends alive. This is a hard but important
lesson. LORD JESUS, make us great proficients in the school of thy
cross! I have not preached a single sermon for some weeks. Last
_Sunday_ I spoke a little; but I feel its effects ever since. Father,
thy will be done! Blessed be his name for giving you a little reviving
in your bondage. Perhaps that is all we are to expect on this side
eternity. But there is nothing too hard for the LORD. LORD, we believe,
help our unbelief! Glory be to his great name, that some good was
done at _Plymouth_. The news drove me to my knees, and stirred up an
ambition to be employed again. I know you and _Sarah_ will say, _Amen_,
and _Amen_! I hope your _Isaac_ will be spared; if not, _Aaron_-like,
may you hold your peace! I have met with changes. My two old servants
are married and gone. Mr. _E――――_ hath preached for me some time. As
yet the congregations are kept up. Mr. _A――――_ and _M――――_ are very
poorly. All are hastening home apace. Accept hearty love to your whole
self, and all dear friends who are so kind as to enquire after, my very
dear _Timothy_,
Yours, &c. in our JESUS,
_G. W._