_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,