_To Mr. S―――― S――――._
_Bristol, April 18, 1762._
_My very dear Friend_,
I WAS quite sorry that I could not take a parting dinner with you. Mr.
_Z――――n_ begged me to come just at that time to converse with me about
the suffering protestants, and in the evening I read letters. Blessed
be GOD, I was not the worse for it. Since my coming here, my health
hath improved. The last week I was enabled to preach five times. This
morning I have been administering the ordinance; and this evening I
hope to be upon my throne again. Our LORD vouchsafes to smile upon
my feeble labours, and the people seem to feel a refreshing from his
divine presence. Who knows but I may yet be restored so far as to sound
the gospel trumpet for my GOD? The quietness I enjoy here, with daily
riding out, seems to be one very proper means. Be this as it will,
I know ere long I shall serve our LORD without weariness. A few more
blows from friends, and from foes, and the pitcher will be broken.
Then the wicked one will cease from troubling, and the weary traveller
arrive at his wish’d-for rest. GOD grant you and yours very large
refreshments in the way! Be pleased to accept of this as a token that
you are not forgotten by, my very dear friend,
Yours, &c. under ten thousand obligations,
and in the best bonds,
_G. W._