_To the Same._
_London, Jan. 27, 1739._
_Dear Sir_,
IF I forget Mr. _H._ and his wife, may my right-hand forget her
cunning. Excess of business alone was the cause of my silence. I
sleep but little, very little. Had I a thousand hands, I could employ
them all. I scarce know what it is to have an idle moment. It is late
now. I have just been expounding. GOD fills me with his spirit, and
I must redeem a little time to write to dear Mr. _H._ Indeed, indeed
I love you in the bowels of JESUS CHRIST. O when shall I return your
past favours! I thank you for blessing GOD on my behalf. I want a
thousand tongues to praise him. He still works by me more and more.
Subscriptions for erecting an orphan-house come in a-pace. On _Monday_
sevennight, GOD willing, I set out for _Bristol_, with Mr. _Seward_,
and from thence propose coming to _Gloucester_. Oh that it may be in
the fulness of the blessing of the gospel of peace! Mr. _Howel Harris_,
and I, are correspondents, blessed be GOD! May I follow him, as he
does JESUS CHRIST. How he outstrips me! Fye upon me, fye upon me. How
does my brother? My love to him and all. I long to see you and yours,
and to give you repeated assurances of my being, dear Sir,
Your’s eternally,
_G. W._