_To the Same._
_Bristol, Feb. 10, 1737._
_Dear Sir_,
WHAT shall I say? I cannot be with you this week. Methinks, it would
be almost sinful to leave _Bristol_ at this critical juncture, there
being now a prospect of making a very considerable collection for the
poor _Americans_. The whole city seems to be alarmed. Churches are as
full week days, as they use to be on _Sundays_, and on _Sundays_ so
full, that many, very many are obliged to go away, because they cannot
come in. Oh pray, dear Mr. _H._ that GOD would always keep me humble,
and fully convinced that I am nothing without him, and that all the
good which is done upon earth, GOD doth it himself. Quakers, baptists,
presbyterians, &c. all come to hear the word preached. Sanctify it,
holy Father, to thy own glory and thy people’s good! I hope to be with
you without fail on _Tuesday_ morning. What letters you have, pray
send to, Dear Sir,
Your unworthy friend, &c.
_G. W._