Chapter CCLXXXIII: Letter MCCXLIX: To Mr. S―――― S――――

_Plymouth, June 5, 1761._

WILL not my very dear and valuable friend be glad to hear, that through divine mercy I am somewhat improved in my health since my leaving _London_. At _Bristol_ I grew sensibly better, but hurt myself by too long journies to _Exeter_ and hither. However, blessed be GOD, I am now recovered from my fatigue, and hope bathing will brace me up for my glorious Master’s use again.

Strange, that a harp of thousand strings,
Should keep in tune so long!

The few times I have been enabled to preach, an infinitely condescending Redeemer hath vouchsafed to breathe upon the word preached. Who knows but I may get my wings again? Abba Father, all things are possible with thee! I know who doth, and will pray for me, even my very dear Mr. _S――――_, who hath already laid such great obligations on

His most affectionate friend and very ready
servant in our glorious _Emmanuel_,

_G. W._