Chapter CCCLXXXVI: Letter MCCCLIII: To 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._