_London, January 13, 1769._
_My dear Sir_,
WITH regret I send the inclosed; but alas! they were borrowed. May
the prayers put up for the writers, enter into the ears of the LORD of
Sabaoth. They will, they will. And what then? What then? Why, they will
turn out good soldiers of JESUS CHRIST. That this may be their happy
lot, earnestly prays,
Less than the least of all,
_G. W._