_To Mr. R―――― K――――n_,
_Bristol, May 4, 1769._
_My dear old Friend_,
THIS evening we are to have a love feast; yesterday had a good field
preaching at _Kingswood_. The night before I preached here. GOD willing,
to-morrow here again. _Sunday_ morning at _Bradford_. _Monday_ at
_Frome_. Then _Chippenham_, and other parts of _Gloucestershire_. I
designed to go to _Plymouth_, but I have such a cold, and the weather
begins to be so warm, that I know not how the issue will be. Hitherto,
blessed be GOD, we have had golden seasons. A letter may be sent by
_Saturday_’s post, to Mr. _B――――s_, at _Frome_. I hope all continues to
go on well. Brethren, pray for us! I sent some letters for _Georgia_,
to the care of Mr. _W――――hy_, but have heard nothing from him. I
wish you would write one line to my humble friend, and tell him he
is enquired after every where, and all are glad to hear of his safe
arrival. Grace! grace! That all may prosper both in soul and body,
earnestly prays, my dear old friend,
Less than the least of all,
_G. W._