279. Letter Mccxlii.
LETTER MCCXLII.
T o Mr. K――.
London, February 21, 1761.
My dear Timothy, THE distance that Plymouth lies from London, is one great cause of my coming there so seldom. What can I do, who have so many calls, and so few assistants? London must be minded. For surely, there the word runs and is glorified more and more. I returned in post-haste, last month, from Bristol.
Both in going and coming, dear Mr. H――y and I were in great jeopardy.
Once the machine fell over, and at another time we were obliged to leap out of the post-chaise, though going very fast. Blessed be God, we received little hurt. Good was to be done. On the fast-day, near six hundred pounds were collected for the German and Boston sufferers. Grace! grace! I wish you had collected at Bristol. When can you move? pray let me know directly. I want my wife to ride as far as Plymouth. Nothing but exercise will do with her. Remember us to your whole self, and to all. This is the very first moment that I could catch, to let you hear from, my dear man,
Yours, &c. in our glorious Emmanuel.
G. W.