Chapter CDXL: Letter MCCCCVII: To Mr. and Mrs. D――――

_London, March 17, 1769._

_My dear Friends_,

I HOPE this will find you not only at, but fixed at _Bethesda_. Your brother _James_ yesterday told me, “He thought it best.” It is not a time to think of leaving a _happy wilderness now_. There’s more noise in great cities. I am every day, every hour, almost every moment, thinking of and preparing for _America_. A pilgrim life to me is the sweetest on this side eternity. I am daily expecting _Bethesda_ accompts. I am daily waiting for the kingdom of GOD. GOD bless my poor negroes. I am always, my dear friends,

Yours, &c. &c. in the Friend of all,

_G. W._