_To Mr. R―――― K――――n._
_Norwich, April 11, 1767._
_My dear Friend_,
STILL I serve a GOD whose mercy endureth for ever. Mr. _D――――n_
received us most gladly. As sweet a gospel excursion as at any time.
The _Cambridge_ interview, I trust, was of GOD. I met, within three
miles of _Norwich_, with another clergyman of the establishment, who
promises well. He heard me last night. It was a night of power: a large
congregation. It will be too large, I fear, to-morrow, though the place
will hold some thousands. I expect to preach twice in my way to town,
which I hope to reach by _Thursday_ evening. But I fear my Spring and
Summer inward fever is returning. If so, my large intended plan of
operations will be much contracted. But future things belong to Him who
orders all things well. Remember me before his throne. Salute dear Mr.
_H――――y_, _D――――s_, and _E――――s_ (if come to town) and all enquiring
friends, and accept the same for your whole self, from, my dear friend,
Yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Head,
_G. W._