_To the Same._
_Rodborough, May 13, 1767._
_My dear Friend_,
MY new horse failed the first night; but, through mercy, we got here
yesterday about seven in the evening. I was regaled with the company
of some simple-hearted, first-rate old Methodists, of near thirty
years standing. GOD willing, I am to preach to-morrow morning, and
to have a general sacrament on _Friday_ evening. Perhaps I may move
after _Sunday_ towards _Wales_; but must be obliged, I fear, to take
post-horses. I care not, so that I can ride post to heaven. Hearty love
to all that are posting thither, hoping myself to arrive first. This
tabernacle often groans under the weight of my feeble labours. O when
shall I be uncloathed! When, O my GOD, shall I be cloathed upon! But I
am a coward, and want to be housed before the storm. It is nearer and
nearer. Happy they who have fled to CHRIST for refuge! I could enlarge,
but have only time to send you my most unfeigned thanks and most
cordial love, as being, my very dear Sir,
Yours, &c. in our glorious Head,
_G. W._