_To Mr. R―――― K――――n_,
_Bristol, May 4, 1769._
_My dear old Friend_,
THIS evening we are to have a love feast; yesterday had a good field preaching at _Kingswood_. The night before I preached here. GOD willing, to-morrow here again. _Sunday_ morning at _Bradford_. _Monday_ at _Frome_. Then _Chippenham_, and other parts of _Gloucestershire_. I designed to go to _Plymouth_, but I have such a cold, and the weather begins to be so warm, that I know not how the issue will be. Hitherto, blessed be GOD, we have had golden seasons. A letter may be sent by _Saturday_’s post, to Mr. _B――――s_, at _Frome_. I hope all continues to go on well. Brethren, pray for us! I sent some letters for _Georgia_, to the care of Mr. _W――――hy_, but have heard nothing from him. I wish you would write one line to my humble friend, and tell him he is enquired after every where, and all are glad to hear of his safe arrival. Grace! grace! That all may prosper both in soul and body, earnestly prays, my dear old friend,
Less than the least of all,