_To Mr. D――――._
_Bristol, April 29, 1762._
_My very dear Mr. D――――_,
HOW have I been contriving to come over in one of the mast ships lately
sailed for _New-England_? But the hour is not yet come. Hasten it, O
glorious _Emmanuel_, for thy great name’s sake! Surely a sea voyage
would help to brace up this relaxed tabernacle. Blessed be GOD, I am
now enabled to preach four or five times a week; but it is with much
weakness. I long to hear how it is with you in this _Spanish_ war. Mr.
_Robinson_ I find was cast away, but hath escaped with his life. Just
now I have seen a letter to Mrs. _P――――e_ from Mr. _H――――s_, by which
I find he is at _Bethesda_, and talks of returning to _England_. I hope
the _Spanish_ war will prevent this last motion, at least for some time.
My love to him and all. Persevere in praying me over. I have just now
heard, that there is a packet for me at _London_ from _Georgia_. How
could you draw on me for so large a sum as an hundred and forty-seven
pounds? LORD, help me! Yesterday at _Kingswood_ I saw the ship that
is to bring this, ready to sail. I hope I am not too late; and if any
letters come from any of you by this post (as I hear the _Carolina_
ships are arrived), GOD willing, they shall be answered by, my very
dear Mr. _D――――_,
Yours, &c. in our common LORD,
_G. W._