_To Mr. R―――― K――――n._
_Norwich, April 11, 1767._
_My dear Friend_,
STILL I serve a GOD whose mercy endureth for ever. Mr. _D――――n_ received us most gladly. As sweet a gospel excursion as at any time. The _Cambridge_ interview, I trust, was of GOD. I met, within three miles of _Norwich_, with another clergyman of the establishment, who promises well. He heard me last night. It was a night of power: a large congregation. It will be too large, I fear, to-morrow, though the place will hold some thousands. I expect to preach twice in my way to town, which I hope to reach by _Thursday_ evening. But I fear my Spring and Summer inward fever is returning. If so, my large intended plan of operations will be much contracted. But future things belong to Him who orders all things well. Remember me before his throne. Salute dear Mr. _H――――y_, _D――――s_, and _E――――s_ (if come to town) and all enquiring friends, and accept the same for your whole self, from, my dear friend,
Yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Head,