Chapter CCCXLIII: Letter MCCCX: To Mr. R―――― K――――n

_Boston, May 19, 1764._

_My very dear Friend_,

YOUR letter by the packet came safe, but I fear you must write again. There can be no coming to _England_ till I have settled _Georgia_ affairs. Thither I cannot go till the fall: a few months will soon glide away. Your _Isaac_ is well off. Of such is the kingdom of heaven. People here beg earnestly for a six o’clock morning lecture. I hope to get strength to gratify them. To be able to do what you say, will fully satisfy! I would fain die preaching. Tender love to all. By the next opportunity your worthy collegue shall hear from, my very dear friend,

Yours, &c. in JESUS,

_G. W._