_Bristol, December 12, 1767._
_My dear Captain_,
I HOPE this will find you rejoicing with trembling, on account
of an additional careful comfort. Thus it must be in this mixed
state of things. Yet a little while, and our joy will be permanent,
uninterrupted, and without alloy. For five days together we have been
attending at the house of mourning. Many, I trust, were obliged to
say, “How dreadful is this place.” Such a like scene, I never expect
to see opened again on this side eternity. All is quiet, I trust, with
you. But if diamond hath been cutting diamond, it will only be suitable
to a church militant here on earth. Blessed be GOD for an almighty
JESUS! who can by these mutual cuttings prepare the jewels for their
respective places in the intended crown. Ere long he will count them up.
Not one shall be wanting. Cordial love to all. I purpose being in town
_Tuesday_ se’nnight in the evening. Brethren, pray for us. I shall make
all easy at _Kingswood_ before I leave _Bristol_. That you may shine
with distinguished lustre above, earnestly prays, my dear Captain,
Yours, &c. &c. in our _Emmanuel_,
_G. W._