_To Mr. R―――― K――――n._
_Newcastle, September 20, 1767._
_My dear very dear Friend_,
PREACHING and travelling prevent writing. Through unmerited mercy, I
am well. Upon the maturest deliberation, after earnest prayer, and for
several peculiar reasons, which you shall know hereafter, I decline
going to _Scotland_ this fall. I have now a blessed methodist field
street-preaching plan before me. This afternoon in the _Castle-Garth_,
to-morrow for _Sunderland_, next day at Mr. _R――――_’s mother’s door,
then to _Yarm_, &c. &c. You may venture to direct for me at Mr.
_William Shent_’s, peruke-maker, at _Leeds_, though I hope to find
a letter when I come there, and to hear all is well. But send me
no bad news, unless absolutely necessary. Let me enjoy myself in my
delightful itineracy. It is good, both for my body and soul. I have
been enabled to preach in the street, at several places, and hope to
go to _Gesborough_, _Whitby_, _Scarborough_, _New Malton_, _York_,
_Leeds_, _Liverpool_, _Chester_, _Manchester_, &c. &c. You shall know
particulars as we go on. Do not forget the society sermon. If it could
be deferred till the beginning of _November_, I might preach. If not,
drop it. Tender love to all friends. Golden seasons, golden seasons!
Grace, grace! I hope to write to the tabernacle next post. Cease not
to pray for,
Ever yours, &c. &c. in CHRIST,
_G. W._