Chapter CCCXCIX: Letter MCCCLXVI: To Mr. R―――― K――――n

_Thirsk, September 28, 1767._

_My dear Friend_,

NEVER was I so long a stranger to _London_ affairs before. But being detained here, by the persuasion of friends, an express is gone to fetch what letters may have been sent to _Leeds_. I want to know the determination about the society sermon, and what part of the paragraph is true, about the commitment of several persons for a certain robbery. I hope that death will not be the consequence to any of the criminals. Father, convict and convert them, for thy infinite mercy’s sake! I should be glad to ramble till their trial was over. I trust there will be no necessity of my appearing in person. To-morrow, GOD willing, as he earnestly desires to see me, I go to Doctor _C――――_’s. Where the next remove will be, I know not. Be pleased to direct to _Leeds_. My body feels much fatigue in travelling; comforts in the soul over-balance. Every stage, more and more convinces me, that old methodism is the thing. _Hallelujah!_ Come LORD, come! Tender love to all. Is dear Mr. _H――――y_ come out of _Wales_? An answer to this, and every question, is requested by, my dear friend,

Yours, &c. &c. in our glorious _Emmanuel_,

_G. W._