Chapter XXI: Letter XX: To the Same

_Bristol, Feb. 10, 1737._
_Dear Sir_,

WHAT shall I say? I cannot be with you this week. Methinks, it would be almost sinful to leave _Bristol_ at this critical juncture, there being now a prospect of making a very considerable collection for the poor _Americans_. The whole city seems to be alarmed. Churches are as full week days, as they use to be on _Sundays_, and on _Sundays_ so full, that many, very many are obliged to go away, because they cannot come in. Oh pray, dear Mr. _H._ that GOD would always keep me humble, and fully convinced that I am nothing without him, and that all the good which is done upon earth, GOD doth it himself. Quakers, baptists, presbyterians, &c. all come to hear the word preached. Sanctify it, holy Father, to thy own glory and thy people’s good! I hope to be with you without fail on _Tuesday_ morning. What letters you have, pray send to, Dear Sir,

Your unworthy friend, &c.

_G. W._