_To Mr. A――――._
_Virginia, September 7, 1763._
_My very dear Mr. A――――_,
MANY more letters did I intend to write to you and other dear friends,
had I not been prevented by storms, &c. for some weeks before our
arrival. If enabled, I shall take care to pay them as I move from
place to place. We are now on dry land. Christian friends, whom I never
before heard of, were prepared to receive me: and I have preached four
times. This leaves me in my way to _Philadelphia_, still visited with
my old disorder, which I now never expect to drop, till I drop for good
and all this body of clay, this body of sin and death. I suppose you
are in like circumstances, as well as thousands besides, who love the
LORD JESUS in sincerity. Well: He that cometh will come, and will not
tarry. Blessed are all they that wait for him. I hope you are favoured
with precious gales of divine influence. Tender love to all our dear
fellow-labourers, and to all our dear hearers of every denomination,
in every place. You will not forget a poor pilgrim, who, though absent
in body is present in spirit. Hoping to write in a few days to dear
Mr. _Middleton_, &c. and wishing you and yours all that a blessed
never-failing GOD can give you in time and eternity, I subscribe myself,
my very dear old friend,
Ever yours, &c. in our precious _Emmanuel_,
_G. W._