Chapter CDXLIV: Letter MCCCCXI: To Mr. W――――hy

_Bristol, April 28, 1769._

_My dear Mr. W――――hy_,

I SUPPOSE you have heard, that all arrived safe at _Georgia_, _February 26_. The very moment they cast anchor, fifteen miles from _Savannah_, an opportunity offered to send a few lines. This is the reason no other letters are yet come. More may be expected daily. Be so good as to send a line of information to _Essex_. I believe an opportunity will soon present, to write by the ship bound for _Savannah_. My packet is to come up early next week. We finish at _Bath_ next _Sunday_. About a week more I stay in _Bristol_, or thereabouts. Good seasons every where. What a mercy, that while the potsherds of the earth are dashing each other in pieces, the great Head of the church is building up his spiritual _Jerusalem_! That you and yours may be daily built up in the most holy faith, earnestly prays,

Less than the least of all,

_G. W._