_To Mr. A――――s._
_London, October 12, 1767._
_My very dear Tommy_,
GOOD-morrow. This comes to enquire how you and yours do? I am just
returned from my northern circuit. It hath been pleasant, and I trust
profitable. Praise the LORD, O our souls! Every where the fields have
been white ready unto harvest. I am become a downright street and field
preacher. I wish the city, and want of riding, may not hurt me. No
nestling, no nestling on this side _Jordan_. Heaven is the believer’s
only resting place. There we shall not be disturbed. I do not know but
Mr. _Winter_ will get there soon. At present he is very ill. But he
that bringeth down to the grave, can bring up again. You and I know
this by repeated experience. But we shall not always put out to sea
again and again. _Hallelujah._ Come LORD, come! How is Mr. _C――――m_? Is
he near the haven, or kept back by cross winds? Write me an answer to
all the above interrogatories; especially to those concerning yourself.
Tender love to all. Mr. _Wright_ joins in sending cordial respects. Mr.
_J――――s_ hath been much blessed here. That the GOD and Father of our
LORD JESUS CHRIST may bless you and yours evermore, heartily prays, my
very dear _Tommy_,
Ever yours, &c. &c. in our glorious _Emmanuel_,
_G. W._