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 The sweet remembrance of the just, Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust.

I preached about three in the afternoon to a large auditory near the church. Some unkind men, though they promised not to do so, rang the bells; but our Saviour enabled me to preach with power. In the evening and next morning I preached in the meeting house. I then went with Mr. W to Bromsgrove, about seven miles from Kidderminster, and was kindly received by one Mr. Ky, a good man, and several others, among whom were two or three Baptist and one Independent ministers. About three in the afternoon I preached in a field. Some rude people kicked a football and sounded a horn at some distance, but the enabled me to preach with boldness. About six I preached in the Baptist Meeting-house, left Kidderminster at eight, and reached Worcester about ten at night. Mr. Wms and another friend accompanied us. In the morning the good old Mr. Sy, who was supposed to be sanctified from the womb, came to us while we baited. In the evening I reached Gloucester, very thankful for my week's progress, and rejoicing greatly in for giving me such a delightful and happy Christmas. This day I have preached twice here, and have been enabled to dispatch some private affairs. It is now near twelve. My dear friend, I wish you an exceeding happy new year. This time twelve-month I was writing to you from Bristol. O what has the dear done for me since that, and since I was born! And O what does he intend to do for me before I die, and when time shall be no more? I am lost in wonder! I must away and cry Grace! grace! Praying that you may be filled with all the fulness of, I subscribe, my dearest friend,

Ever, ever yours whilst G. W.