Undated

Sweet Jesus be with my dear friend! I promised you a note as soon as I was determined what way I should travel. It is now fixed for the stage, in which, God willing, I shall reach on Friday, the 24th

of this month, about 12 o’clock at noon,

where I hope to see some faces from to

rejoice my heart, with whom to talk a little of our time away about that dear, dearest of all dears; the only one worth talking about. I know not of any good use the tongue is at present, but to be telling of his salvation from day to day, in the praise of which salvation it will be employed for ever and ever. May your heart and mine be ever warm with his love, and then our tongues cannot help telling of what our hearts feel. To his precious love I commend you and yours, and am, for the sake of that dear man of sorrows, your friend and servant, W. R.

P. S. Strange doings at! A party

for me, another against me. Violent on both sides. Alas, alas! what’s all this about? I sent word I should preach there on Sunday, the 26th; I know not whether they will let me: if they do, I hope you will mount me on that very quiet mare I heard of last year. But more of these things when we meet. Jesus be with you. Amen Amen.