313. Letter Mcclxxvi.
LETTER MCCLXXVI.
T o Mr. A―― K――.
Bristol, December 12, 1762.
THROUGH divine mercy, we got here yesterday about three in the afternoon, all well, excepting that I lost my watch in the way. If it teacheth me to be more on my watch in the best things, it will be rather a gain. Lord, help me in every thing to give thanks! I do not repent my Plymouth journey.
Thanks to all for their great kindnesses. Thanks, eternal thanks to the God of all, for giving us his presence! It is better than life. I have not yet seen your daughter, but I hear she is well. Tell Sarah not to murder so dear a child. Hugging to death is cruelty indeed. You will take the hint about my little servitor. I charge you both, as you will answer it at the bar of God, to teach them to be servant like, but not servile. Adieu! I must away to sacrament. O for such a one as we had last Sunday! I felt, I felt parting! O for the time when we shall part no more! Tender love to Mr. S――, his mother, brother, Mr. D――, and all; your servants not excepted. Sarah,
adieu! Mind and get up in a morning to pray, before you get into shop. I make no apology for this, because you are a friend to, my dear man,
Yours, &c. in our common Lord, G. W.