Chapter XXII: Letter XXI: To the Same

_Stonehouse, April 26, 1737._
_Dear Sir_,

BE pleased to send the _Poor Country Curate_, and _Flavel’s Husbandry Spiritualized_. I know not what to do for want of a clock in the house. How shall I know, how my precious time passes away? You’ll mind your promise to come. Here are lovely, solitary, and pleasant walks to commune with your own heart, and search out your spirit. Has Mr. _Pauncefoot_ wrote to me? My dear friend _Stratford_’s death affects me still. Methinks I long to be above, employed as he is. But alas, I am not ripe for glory; if I was, my heavenly Father would gather me into his garner. Farewell, Dear Sir; remember I am alone, and pray accordingly for

Your sincere, though weak friend,

_G. W._