_To Mr. and Mrs. D――――._
_London, March 17, 1769._
_My dear Friends_,
I HOPE this will find you not only at, but fixed at _Bethesda_. Your
brother _James_ yesterday told me, “He thought it best.” It is not a
time to think of leaving a _happy wilderness now_. There’s more noise
in great cities. I am every day, every hour, almost every moment,
thinking of and preparing for _America_. A pilgrim life to me is
the sweetest on this side eternity. I am daily expecting _Bethesda_
accompts. I am daily waiting for the kingdom of GOD. GOD bless my poor
negroes. I am always, my dear friends,
Yours, &c. &c. in the Friend of all,
_G. W._