_To Mr. A―――― K――――._
_Bristol, December 12, 1762._
THROUGH divine mercy, we got here yesterday about three in the
afternoon, all well, excepting that I lost my watch in the way. If
it teacheth me to be more on my watch in the best things, it will be
rather a gain. LORD, help me in every thing to give thanks! I do not
repent my _Plymouth_ journey. Thanks to all for their great kindnesses.
Thanks, eternal thanks to the GOD of all, for giving us his presence!
It is better than life. I have not yet seen your daughter, but I
hear she is well. Tell _Sarah_ not to murder so dear a child. Hugging
to death is cruelty indeed. You will take the hint about my little
servitor. I charge you both, as you will answer it at the bar of GOD,
to teach them to be servant like, but not servile. Adieu! I must away
to sacrament. O for such a one as we had last _Sunday_! I felt, I felt
parting! O for the time when we shall part no more! Tender love to Mr.
_S――――_, his mother, brother, Mr. _D――――_, and all; your servants not
excepted. _Sarah_, adieu! Mind and get up in a morning to pray, before
you get into shop. I make no apology for this, because you are a friend
to, my dear man,
Yours, &c. in our common LORD,
_G. W._