_To Mrs. Elizabeth W――――d._
_Plymouth, December 5, 1762._
YOU did very wrong, in not letting me know of your mother’s necessities. She was a widow indeed. But now she is above the reach of every thing. O for patience to wait till we are sent for to that place, where the weary are at rest! I am weary of the world, of the church, and of myself. But JESUS will not leave us in the latter stages of our road. Blessed be his name, we have had pleasant seasons at _Bristol_, and two good gales here. I cannot get up to _London_ till near _Christmas-day_. As affairs are circumstanced, every thing there tends to weigh me down. O that patience may have its perfect work! Let me always know your wants. It is your own fault if you lack any thing, whilst I have a farthing. You and your friend must prepare a great entertainment; for I intend dining with you when I come to town. Ere long we shall sit down and eat bread in our heavenly Father’s kingdom. Come, LORD JESUS, come quickly! I know who joins in saying, Amen! with, my dear old faithful friend and servant,
Yours, &c. for CHRIST’s sake,