His anticipation was to be fulfilled.

He left Clifton in November, and went direct to his son George, at Pucklechurch.
He was able to preach twice for his son, who congratulated the old man on the power of his voice, and other encouraging signs of vigour.

"I will venture a good sum, sir," he said "that you will be assisting me ten years hence." "Ten weeks" was Crabbe's answer, and the implied prediction was fulfilled almost to the day.

After a fortnight at Pucklechurch, Crabbe returned to his own home at Trowbridge.

Early in January he reported himself as more and more subject to drowsiness, which he accepted as sign of increasing weakness.