_To Mr. S―――― S――――._
_Plymouth, December 4, 1762._
HOW was I disappointed, two _Mondays_, of seeing and conversing with
my very dear Mr. _S――――_! _London_, _London_, how dost thou weigh this
mortal body down! If it be no odds, I would visit my dear friend again
on a _Wednesday_. Perhaps on that day I may not be so fatigued. I feel
in preaching, what you do in business. However, I must not complain.
Once a day, I can manage quite well. _Bristol_ was a refreshing
place indeed. Congregations were very large, and a most gracious
gale of divine influences attended the word preached. Being under a
positive promise to come here before I left _England_, I embraced this
opportunity. Through mercy, I preached last night, and find no hurt
this morning. Many young people, I hear, are under great awakenings.
May such hostilities never cease! O to begin to begin to wage an
eternal war with the devil, the world, and the flesh. Still continue to
help me, dear Sir, with your prayers. I would fain die sword in hand.
You will not blame me for this ambition. I believe you are pretty much
tinctured this way yourself. The Captain of our salvation approves
of it. That in all your spiritual battles, He may be your shield and
exceeding great reward, is the hearty prayer of, my invaluable friend,
Yours, &c. &c. in the best bonds,
_G. W._