390. Letter Mcccliii.
LETTER MCCCLIII.
T o the Same.
Rodborough, May 13, 1767.
My dear Friend, MY new horse failed the first night; but, through mercy, we got here yesterday about seven in the evening. I was regaled with the company of some simple-hearted, first-rate old Methodists, of near thirty years standing.
God willing, I am to preach to-morrow morning, and to have a general sacrament on Friday evening. Perhaps I may move after Sunday towards
Wales; but must be obliged, I fear, to take post-horses. I care not, so that I can ride post to heaven. Hearty love to all that are posting thither, hoping myself to arrive first. This tabernacle often groans under the weight of my feeble labours. O when shall I be uncloathed! When, O my God, shall I be cloathed upon! But I am a coward, and want to be housed before the storm.
It is nearer and nearer. Happy they who have fled to Christ for refuge! I could enlarge, but have only time to send you my most unfeigned thanks and most cordial love, as being, my very dear Sir,
Yours, &c. in our glorious Head, G. W.