_To Mr. T―――― A――――ms._
_London, December 29, 1768._
_My very dear Tommy_,
MANY thanks for your kind sympathetic congratulatory letter. Mr.
_Wright_ is gone, or rather lies yet in the _Downs_. He is gone
to build for Him, who shed his precious heart’s-blood for ill and
hell-deserving me. Whether the unworthy Founder lives or dies,
_Bethesda_ affair, I trust, will now be compleated. Strange, that I
am now living! Fifty-four years old last _Tuesday_. GOD be merciful to
me a sinner! a sinner! a sinner! Less than the least of all, must be
my motto still. As such, continue to pray for me. That you and yours,
and all the elect people of GOD around you, may increase with all the
increase of GOD, continually prays, my very dear _Tommy_,
Ever yours, &c. &c. in our JESUS,
_G. W._