LETTERS. (continued 9)

They are happy now, and we

Soon their happiness shall see.

Hallelujah!

Perhaps we may have one interview. I have thoughts of going to M――. A week or a fortnight, at most, is the longest time I can stay here. I desire to move, till I can move no more. O to die in the field! I pray God to send Mrs. T―― a safe delivery. My wife is as well as can be expected. Both descending in order to ascend

Where sin and pain and sorrow cease,

And all is calm and joy and peace.

I add one more hallelujah; and must hasten to subscribe myself, my dear friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXC.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Edinburgh, July 9, 1768.

My very dear Friend,

GOD be praised that all is so well at London. Every thing goes on better and better here. But I am so worn down by preaching abroad, and by talking at home almost all the day long, that I have determined, God willing, to set off for London next Tuesday noon. I shall mind all you say. You have acted quite right. As you do not mention my wife, I suppose she is out of town. God prepare you and yours for whatever he hath prepared for you, and support you under your present and impending trial. Company prevents my enlarging. Thus it is continually. Grace! grace! Hoping to see you soon, with tender love to all, I beg leave to subscribe myself, my dear friend,

Ever yours, &c. &c. &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXCI.

To Mr. J――ss.

London, August 16, 1768.

Dear Mr. J――ss,

BLESSED be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath so mercifully preserved you in your going out and coming in, and caused you to triumph in every place! You may continue your gospel range, till Mr. E――ds leaves London; then we must think of Winter quarters. Let us work whilst it is day. The late very unexpected breach, is a fresh proof that the night soon cometh when no man can work¹. Pray where may I find that grand promise made to Abraham after Sarah’s death? May it be fulfilled in you, whilst your Sarah is yet alive! Sweet bereavements, when God himself fills up the chasm! Through mercy I find it so. Adieu. Tender love to all. Brethren, pray for us. I suppose I must direct to brother Adams at Rodborough. He expects you there. That you may be owned in every place more and more, heartily prays, my dear man,

Yours, &c. &c. in our Jesus,

G. W.

¹ Mr. Whitefield’s wife died August 9th.

LETTER MCCCXCII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Trevekka, August 26, 1768.

My dear Friend,

I HAVE had the return of my old disorder; but blessed be God, I am strengthened to preach the unsearchable riches of Jesus Christ. We reached Gloucester on Monday, and came hither on Wednesday afternoon. All we have met with exceeds description. Early next Monday I purpose to set off for Bristol, and soon after shall return to London. Brethren, pray for us. I believe you do; for God is with us of a truth. I hope you and yours are supported. The Redeemer is a present help in every time of need. Cordial respects await all that love him in sincerity. Mr. L――d and a Londonner left us to-day. I hope Mr. P――d and B――s make all possible dispatch. God send dear Mr. H――y a good passage and safe return! Amen! Amen! Lord, quicken my tardy pace!

Ever yours, &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXCIII.

To the Same.

Bristol, August 30, 1768.

My very dear Friend,

WHAT we have seen and felt at the college is unspeakable. Through mercy last night we came hither. My disorder has returned. This may hasten me up: or rather hasten me to heaven. I hope your daughter will have it revealed in her before she goes hence. That is all in all. Is there any thing too hard for the Lord?

Surely, O God, thy grace is free,

For, O my God, it found out ME!

In a day’s time my rout may be determined. P――d, &c. must make haste. Captain J――ss comes up at the appointed time. Hearty love awaits dear Mr. E――s, &c. &c. &c. Cease not to pray for, my very dear friend,

Yours, &c. &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

P. S. Since writing the above I received yours. I find the threatened blow is given. I hope both are enabled to say, “The Lord hath given, and the Lord hath taken away: and blessed be the name of the Lord.” Be pleased to send what letters you have for me, and accept these few lines of condolance from, my dear Sir,

Yours, &c. &c. in an all-compassionate Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXCIV.

To Mr. D――n.

London, September 1, 1768.

My very dear Mr. D――n,

I WAS exceeding glad to find, by your last kind favour, that you and Mrs. D――n thought of deferring your embarkation for England till the Spring. You will then see the newcomers quite settled, and I wish I could add, see also your reasons for leaving Bethesda but of little weight. I know your mind. Would to God your dear yoke-fellow was like-minded. She will certainly be so very soon after her arrival in her native country: but I would not grieve her. God bless you both! Brownhill’s situation I much approve of. Poor Peter often engages my thoughts. It pleases me to find that he goes on well; but I want to have him settled. If not likely to make a scholar, or be in some good station in the house, I wish he was put out to some proper business. Not one prize as yet among all the young relations I have endeavoured to provide for. Father, not my but thy sovereign will be done! I wish you could enquire what is become of ――, sent over with Mr. Wooldridge, Provost-Marshall at Augustine. You may guess that I long to see the accompts. I doubt not of their being quite compleat. Could you not send me a duplicate before your intended embarkation, it would be very acceptable for many reasons. All your dear relations on this side the water are well. My nearest relation hath been quite well above a month. Mr. Middleton hath soon followed after. His wife died a few weeks before him.

They are happy now, and we

Soon their happiness shall see.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come! Praying still that, if it be the divine will, you may be constrained to abide at Bethesda, I subscribe myself, dear and faithful friends,

Yours, &c. &c. &c.

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXCV.

To Mr. S―― S――.

London, September 6, 1768.

My very dear Friend,

WHY should not one invalid write to another? What if we should meet in our way to heaven unembodied, and consequently freed from every thing that at present weighs down our precious and immortal souls? But perhaps we are yet to sojourn a little longer on earth. For these two days past, I have been unable almost to write. To-day I am what they call better, and must improve my first strength in sending a few lines to him whom I dearly love in the bowels of Jesus Christ. May they find you and your dear partner leaning on his bosom, who alone is able to bring out of every wilderness. Neither are forgotten before his throne. Though absent in body, I am present in spirit. Accept of love and sympathy unfeigned. I am persuaded you are not unmindful of, very dear friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXCVI.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

London, September 19, 1768.

My dear Sir,

I APPROVE very much of Mr. Brooksbank’s motion, especially as dear Mr. Middleton is gone. His burying is fixed for Wednesday evening. Would you choose (with some other friends to whom I shall write) to condescend to be a pallbearer. The conference to follow the children as mourners. The children to be sent for in my carriage, and sit with the pall bearers in my parlour. All to be invited that have a mind to follow in mourning. The corpse to be brought privately to Tabernacle on Tuesday night. I must away, for fear of the evening air. I should be glad to see you at Tottenham-Court to-morrow afternoon. By that time, I shall know Dr. C――r’s answer to Mr. Middleton’s daughter’s letter. By which we shall judge the better how to act, in regard to opening the intended subscription for the benefit of his fatherless children. Blessed be God, I am better, but am ordered to decline preaching. God’s will be done! Pray let Mrs. K――n make free at Tabernacle-house as usual. God bless you both! God give me patience to wait till my change comes! I am, my dear friend,

Yours most affectionately in our glorious Emmanuel,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXCVII.

To Mr. S―― S――.

London, September 26, 1768.

My very dear Friend,

BLESSED be God for the art of writing! blessed be God for skill to read and understand what is written! Thus we understand each other, though at a thousand miles distance; thus I understand, and by understanding learn to sympathize with my dear fellow-sufferer Mr. S――. This is my comfort, that underneath him are the almighty Redeemer’s everlasting arms. Therefore, being the beloved of the Lord, he must dwell in safety. Though prevented by the weather from using or drinking the Ramsgate waters, nothing can prevent his using or drinking the waters of life freely. No, no: in every true believer’s heart the Holy Ghost is a well of water springing up to life eternal. Hence it is, that though he killeth, he maketh alive; though he wounds, yet he heals. These words I was enabled to feel and enlarge upon yesterday morning from my Tottenham-Court throne. For some days the flux of blood hath stopped entirely. Praise the Lord, O my soul! Lord Jesus, if it be thy blessed will, let me hear of the recovery of my dear friend! Most cordial respects attend dear Mrs. S――. God bless, support, and comfort her under her present circumstances. Mr. Middleton is now made perfectly whole. He was buried from the Tabernacle last Wednesday evening, and a subscription is opened for his four orphans. In the midst of his torturing pains, being asked by his daughter how he was, he answered, “A heaven upon earth.” Soon afterwards he fell asleep in Jesus. In Him I am, my very dear dear Sir,

Yours, yours, &c. &c. in our never-failing Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXCVIII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Bristol, November 12, 1768.

My dear Mr. K――n,

THROUGH infinite mercy we arrived here in due season. Last night I hope the Redeemer manifested forth his glory. God willing, I stay till next Thursday or Friday morning. Friday evening, and the following Sunday, I shall preach at Bath. In three weeks expect to reach London, except called before that period to reside at the New-Jerusalem. The pleasing prospect lies day and night open before me. On Monday, I suppose, dear Mr. H――y sets out for Bath. All proper enquiry hath been made about his house. Particulars he will be acquainted with on his arrival. Pray for me. Bethesda lies upon my heart night and day. Something must be determined speedily. As I trust my eye is single, God will assuredly direct my goings in his way. Hitherto he hath helped: he will do so to the end. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! God bless you and yours! Wonted cordial christian salutations to all, who are so kind as to be concerned for, and enquire after, my dear steady friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCXCIX.

To Mr. A――s.

London, November 30, 1768.

My very dear Tommy,

TEN thousand thanks for your kind sympathy. Many thought I should not hold out from Bath to London. But I cannot as yet go to him whom, I trust, my soul loveth. Last Sunday I creeped up to my gospel throne: this evening the same honour is to be conferred upon me. Why me, Lord? why me? The prayers of God’s people detain me here: for what end, the event only can discover. To be tried, we may be assured. Mr. W――t is going with his brothers to Georgia, in order to finish the wings of the intended college, and repair the present buildings. I suppose they will sail in about a fortnight. You will pray that Abraham’s God may be my God and my guide unto death. He will, he will.

I would believe thy promise, Lord;

Lord, help my unbelief.

Cordial, most cordial respects await your whole self, and all who are so kind as to enquire after, my very dear Tommy,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCC.

To W―― P――, Esq.

London, December 14, 1768.

HOW unexpected a letter! what a kind present! Both came safe to hand; both call for most grateful acknowledgments. My poor prayers shall follow them: may they enter into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth! They will, they will. He is a God hearing prayer. You and yours know it; otherwise how would you have been translated from darkness to light! Marvellous, soul-transforming light! This, I trust, you prove by daily experience, passing from glory to glory by the Spirit of the Lord. Hence you increase in boldness; hence your readiness to follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth, though it should be without the camp. Blessed be his name, for this honour conferred upon ill and hell-deserving me. This may make dear Mr. S――t easy, should I ever be called to Shropshire. I love the open bracing air. Preaching within doors is apt to make us nervous, especially to crouded auditories. These, I hope, he is blessed with. God make him a successful fisher of men! I hope he and his are enabled to walk in all the ordinances and commandments of the Lord blameless. Blessed saving fruits of a living faith! blessed proofs of having our past sins forgiven! As for those to come, I dare not to mention their being forgiven, till committed. Moderate Calvinism I take to be a medium between two extremes. I should not choose to use expressions that need an apology. This seems to be a blemish in Dr. Caisp, and other supralapsarian writers. A word to the wise is enough. You will excuse this freedom, because it proceeds from love unfeigned in, dear friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCI.

London, December 15, 1768.

My dear Friend,

YOU will see the contents of my letter to Dr. E――e. I have considered the affair of the picture. What think you? A limner who lately drew me, and hung the picture up in the exhibition, asks forty guineas for a copy. I shall not mind him, but send a bust taken several years ago. It shall be paid for here, and presented as a token of my hearty, hearty love to the Orphan-house at Edinburgh, and its never-to-be-forgotten friends. Nothing but my disorder of body, God willing, shall prevent my engagement in the plains of Philippi: But, I fear, that will be an obstruction to so long a journey. You cannot tell how low my late excursion only to Bristol and Bath brought me. But I serve a God who killeth and maketh alive. I would leave future events to Him, and like you merchants improve the present Now: time is short; eternity is endless. The Judge hath sent this awful message, “Behold, I come quickly.” That we all may be ready to go forth to meet him, earnestly prays, my dear friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCII.

To Mr. T―― A――ms.

London, December 29, 1768.

My very dear Tommy,

MANY thanks for your kind sympathetic congratulatory letter. Mr. Wright is gone, or rather lies yet in the Downs. He is gone to build for Him, who shed his precious heart’s-blood for ill and hell-deserving me. Whether the unworthy Founder lives or dies, Bethesda affair, I trust, will now be compleated. Strange, that I am now living! Fifty-four years old last Tuesday. God be merciful to me a sinner! a sinner! a sinner! Less than the least of all, must be my motto still. As such, continue to pray for me. That you and yours, and all the elect people of God around you, may increase with all the increase of God, continually prays, my very dear Tommy,

Ever yours, &c. &c. in our Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCIII.

London, January 13, 1769.

My dear Sir,

WITH regret I send the inclosed; but alas! they were borrowed. May the prayers put up for the writers, enter into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth. They will, they will. And what then? What then? Why, they will turn out good soldiers of Jesus Christ. That this may be their happy lot, earnestly prays,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCIV.

To Mr. C―― H――y.

London, February 4, 1769.

My dear Sir,

I HOPE this will find you safe arrived at Bath, in your way to London. I thank God that matters have turned out no worse at Plymouth. I see more and more every day, that things and persons are only what an all-wise, almighty Jesus is pleased to make them. Happy, happy they that have their all in Him, who is indeed our All in All! This, I believe, is your happy lot. Grace! grace! This may teach us to look to Jesus in all our concerns and motions. What his will may be concerning my voyage to Georgia, I know not. At present the cloud doth not move that way. But you may be assured, it never entered my heart to think of embarking without settling the minutest matter to mutual satisfaction. But more of this when we meet. Lord, hasten our glorious meeting in the kingdom of heaven.

There sin and strife and sorrow cease,

And all is calm and joy and peace.

I hope all is well in Green-street. Hearty love to all. All here send greeting. A good time at Mercer’s chapel. Grace! grace! I know you will join in saying Amen, with, my dear Sir,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCV.

To Mr. S――e.

London, February 27, 1769.

My dear Mr. S――e,

NOT want of love, but of leisure, hath prevented my making proper acknowledgments for your kind letter, and late publication. I think it is well written; and I earnestly pray, that it may be blessed to many. One passage seems exceptionable, where you say, “That all believers were originally endowed with the extraordinary gifts of the Holy Ghost.” The instances urged to prove it, seem quite deficient. This is not written to find fault, but to prevent fault finding. That you may be much owned in every thing you undertake, and, with all the Christian Sheerness brethren, increase with all the increase of God, is the hearty prayer of,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

P. S. Blessed be God, the shout of the King of kings is yet to be heard amongst us. Grace! grace!

LETTER MCCCCVI.

To Mr. A――s.

London, March 11, 1769.

My very dear Tommy,

YOUR consciousness of my settled friendship, will not permit you to interpret my silence to a want of love. How great that is, and on what a solid basis it is founded, the great day will discover. Through infinite mercy, I am enabled to preach thrice a week, besides other occasional exercises; and indeed (O amazing condescension!) the shout of the King of kings is amongst us. After Easter, I hope to make an elopement to Gloucestershire, and some western parts. Could you, upon the receipt of this, go to Bristol? Mr. B――s must come immediately to London. I feel the loss of my right hand daily; but right hands and right eyes must be parted with for Him, who ordereth all things well.

I would believe thy promise, Lord;

O help my unbelief!

Leaving you to add a heart-felt Amen, I am, my very dear Tommy,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCVII.

To Mr. and Mrs. D――.

London, March 17, 1769.

My dear Friends,

I HOPE this will find you not only at, but fixed at Bethesda. Your brother James yesterday told me, “He thought it best.” It is not a time to think of leaving a happy wilderness now. There’s more noise in great cities. I am every day, every hour, almost every moment, thinking of and preparing for America. A pilgrim life to me is the sweetest on this side eternity. I am daily expecting Bethesda accompts. I am daily waiting for the kingdom of God. God bless my poor negroes. I am always, my dear friends,

Yours, &c. &c. in the Friend of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCVIII.

To Mr. A――s.

London, March 31, 1769.

My very dear Tommy,

YOU will be glad to hear, that frequent preaching hath prevented writing. Through infinite mercy I have been enabled to preach four days successively. And indeed we have been favoured with a blessed passover season. All to make us shout louder and louder, Grace! grace! I have some thoughts of making Gloucestershire my first excursion: but at present the cloud abides over London. Lord Jesus, direct my goings in thy way! The books will be sent. Mr. S――e hath done as desired: I believe he goes to Bath next week. B――’s coming was, I think, of God. She seems happy in her present situation. In heaven we shall be perfectly so. Till then, some right hand or eye must be cutting off, and plucking out, and we shall feel the smart and want of both. But all is well, because all will end well. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come! I can now no more. Adieu. God bless you all! Cease not to pray, my very dear Tommy, for

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCIX.

To the Reverend Mr. S――y.

London, April 1, 1769.

Reverend and very dear Sir,

HOW much am I obliged to you, for your two kind letters, and more especially for the repeated offers of your ministerial assistance. They will be most gratefully accepted, and I humbly hope remarkably succeeded, by Him who hath promised to be with us always even to the end of the world. Blessed be his name, we have been favoured with delightful passover feasts. The shout of the King of kings is still heard in the midst of our Methodist camps; and the shout of Grace, grace! resounds from many quarters. Our almighty Jesus knows how to build his temple in troublous times. His work prospers in the hands of the elect Countess, who is now gone to Bath, much recovered from her late indisposition. Worthy Lady F――y proposes soon to follow, in order to reside there. Some more coronets, I hear, are likely to be laid at the Redeemer’s feet. They glitter gloriously when set in, and surrounded with a crown of thorns.

Subjects of the Lord, be bold;

Jesus will his kingdom hold:

Wheels encircling wheels must run,

Each in course to bring it on.

I know who joins in crying, Hallelujah! Even a Waller, a Harriot, both heirs of the grace of life. That the Spirit of Christ and of glory may abide and rest upon them here, and that they may shine with distinguished lustre in his heavenly kingdom hereafter, most earnestly prays,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCX.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Bath, April 18, 1769.

My dear Friend,

HITHERTO God hath helped us. A good opening at Chippenham. A precious season here on Sunday morning. This evening I am to preach again. To-morrow, God willing, I shall set out for Bristol, and return hither on Saturday morning. I hope to write to Mr. W――r, by to-morrow’s or Thursday’s post. I thank him for his punctual sending the papers. I find by them, who is dead, and by this time buried in Saint S――n’s chapel. The question is, whether there will be a resurrection, or what will be the consequence? Whatever it be, this is our consolation, “the Lord reigneth. Blessed be the God of our salvation!” I hope this will find dear Mr. E――s proclaiming it with abundant success. Tender love to him and to all. Surely they will not cease to pray for,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

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.

LETTER MCCCCXII.

To Mr. R―― K――n,

Bristol, May 4, 1769.

My dear old Friend,

THIS evening we are to have a love feast; yesterday had a good field preaching at Kingswood. The night before I preached here. God willing, to-morrow here again. Sunday morning at Bradford. Monday at Frome. Then Chippenham, and other parts of Gloucestershire. I designed to go to Plymouth, but I have such a cold, and the weather begins to be so warm, that I know not how the issue will be. Hitherto, blessed be God, we have had golden seasons. A letter may be sent by Saturday’s post, to Mr. B――s, at Frome. I hope all continues to go on well. Brethren, pray for us! I sent some letters for Georgia, to the care of Mr. W――hy, but have heard nothing from him. I wish you would write one line to my humble friend, and tell him he is enquired after every where, and all are glad to hear of his safe arrival. Grace! grace! That all may prosper both in soul and body, earnestly prays, my dear old friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXIII.

To the Same.

Frome, May 8, 1769.

My dear Friend,

MANY thanks for your kind letter. A blessed day yesterday in Bradford church. A blessed day here in the fields; thousands attended, all more than solemn. Mrs. M――re I hope was touched at Bath last Tuesday sevennight. Glorious prospect in these parts. Grace! grace! I am now going to Chippenham, Castlecomb, Dursley, Rodborough, Painswick, Gloucester, ♦Cheltenham, in my way to London. The west circuit must be deferred, on account of the opening the chapel at Tunbridge. I am easy about London, being so well supplied. God bless you all! All send cordial respects. W――s’s inadvertencies grieve me. You will be punctual. I hope to answer Captain J――s in a post or two. Love and thanks to Mr. E――s. Lord prosper the gospel plough! Adieu, I must away. Cease not to pray for, my dear Sir,

Yours, &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXIV.

To Mr. J――s.

Rodborough, May 11, 1769.

EBENEZER, Ebenezer! Through infinite mercy, I just now arrived here. Blessed seasons at Chippenham, Castlecomb and Dursley, in our way from Frome. Have been enabled to preach five times this week. It is good to go into the highways and hedges. Field-preaching, field-preaching for ever! Cannot yet determine what course to steer next. At present a very heavy cold lies upon me. Jesus’s warm love more than makes amends for all. God fill all your dear souls with it! I am easy, as you go on well in London. God bless you all. By Saturday’s post you may know further concerning, my dear Captain,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXV.

To Mr. T―― A――ms.

London, May 18, 1769.

My very dear old Friend,

ON Monday evening we reached Letchlade, on Tuesday Maidenhead, on Wednesday about noon, through infinite mercy, we got safe to town. Ebenezer, Ebenezer! My cold is about the same as when we parted. But who knows what the Father of mercies may do for less than the least of all his children, by next Lord’s-day morning? Perhaps we may be favoured with another Rodborough pentecost. Never was that place so endeared to me, as at this last visit. Old friends, old gospel wine, and the great Governor ordering to fill to the brim!

O to grace what mighty debtors! &c. &c.

I suppose you will sing that hymn soon; and if we should die in singing it? What then? Why then, welcome, welcome eternity! God bless you all! Yesterday I saw your sister J――s comforted under her trial. I see, whether married or single, thorns in the flesh we must have. But Christ’s grace will be sufficient for us. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Brethren, pray for us. Cordial respects to Mrs. A――s; I think her name is Phebe. I hope to send a few lines to Mrs. R――s and Mrs. H――r very soon; in the mean while entreat them, and all like-minded, to accept most grateful acknowledgments, and most cordial respects, and be assured of being always remembered in the poor prayers of, my very dear Tommy,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXVI.

To Mr. S―― S――.

London, May 26, 1769.

My very dear Friend,

HOW did I send all over Bath, to enquire for you and yours! How have I since prayed, that your present use of the baths may be blessed to the recovery of your valuable health, and your soul sweetly refreshed with drinking the waters of life freely! Both these things, I hope you do and will experience fully. However it may be on earth, glory, glory be to free grace! we are assured that we shall have a perfect consummation of bliss, both in body and soul, in heaven. Jesus, thou son of David! Jesus, thou Son of God! Jesus, thou God over all, God blessed for evermore! give us patience to wait till this wished-for time shall come! I suppose you have heard of my hoarseness, gotten, through mercy, in the highways and hedges. A delightful spring campaign. Many, I trust, were compelled to come in. Such news will gladden you, because it gladdens the angels which are in heaven. With regret I must shorten this. I shall send to know how you both do. God only knows, how you are beloved and remembered by, my very dear friends,

Yours, &c. in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXVII.

To the Same.

London, June 10, 1769.

My very dear old Friend,

HOW glad was I to find, that you could write so long a letter! Who knows but the withered hand may be yet stretched out? “Abba, Father!” all things are possible with thee! Grant it, if it be thy blessed will, for Jesus Christ’s sake! This leaves me a little recovering from my late indisposition, consequently it leaves me singing, “He will not always be chiding, neither will he keep his anger for ever.” How truly, how incomparably great, will these loving corrections make us in a future state? Then shall we sing without sorrowing,

O happy, happy rod,

That brought us hither to our God!

In patience, therefore, may we possess our souls! Yet a little while, and he that cometh will come, and will not tarry. God be praised, that your dear nurse and yoke-fellow holds out so well. Mr. M――s tells me she is brave. Mr. D――n dines with me, at his house, on Friday; both will then be remembered. The covenant of grace was made from eternity. Hallelujah, Hallelujah! Come Lord, come!

Ever yours, &c. &c. in our Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXVIII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

London, July 29, 1769.

My very dear Friend,

I THANK you for your intended benefaction. Our Lord will write himself your debtor for it. His interest is pretty good, “a hundred fold.” A hundred fold! what can the most avaricious trader desire more? It comes very opportunely; for in looking over my Georgia letters this morning, I find Mr. Dixon desires me to purchase negro cloth, and osnabrigs for the negroes, in London; it will be a great saving, and render double service to my dear orphan family. In about a month or five weeks I hope to set sail. I long for your return, wish you could shorten your Scarborough expedition. I want to consult you in many things; and in particular, to have proper writings drawn up, empowering you, as my attorney, to act in all things as if I was present. O that you may have the presence of our great Advocate, to guide, guard, and protect you in journeying! May he be a wall of fire round about you, and be your wisdom, righteousness, sanctification, and all in all! My hearty love to Mr. E――ds, Mr. G――th, Mr. A――ge, &c. &c. That the Lord may richly reward you for all your disinterested labours of love, and bless you and yours in time and eternity, is the constant prayer of, my dear dear friend,

Yours most affectionately in an unchangeable Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXIX.

To Mr. B――s.

London, July 30, 1769.

My dear Sir,

OLD friendship and love embolden me to send these few lines. Blessed be God! the orphan-house affairs go on well, and a lasting ample foundation is now laid, for the future support and education of both rich and poor. Perhaps providence may call me to Georgia this fall. Could you present the infant institution with a book or two of maps, or copies, or copper-plates, as you shall judge most proper? Sheet maps will not do in that hot climate. I should also be glad of some maps, shewing the different coastings, &c. for my own amusement when on board. Glory be to God, all sublunary coastings will soon be over. Yet a little while, and we shall get into an eternal harbour. Jesus is the way, Jesus is our pilot. To his almighty never-failing guidance and grace, I most earnestly commit you, and all your near and dear connections, as being, my dear old friend,

Yours, &c. &c. &c. &c. in our common Lord,

G. W.

P. S. If the motion is not approved of, silence shall serve for an answer.

LETTER MCCCCXX.

To Mr. J――s.

Tottenham-Court, August 9, 1769.

My dear Captain,

MY last to ――, will make you guess that my hands and heart are full. Last night I went on board the Friendship; the Captain is to dine with me to-morrow. I expect to sail the first week in September at furthest. You must be then in town. Mr. Brooksbanks (if Mr. K――n does not come) will supply your place. I hope all things will be settled on a right plan. You may be assured of my having, under God, the greatest confidence in you. I only wish some means may be found out to save the late great expence of coach hire. It hath mounted very high. But more of this when we meet. Blessed be God for smiling on your labours. This is the way; you need not be exhorted to continue to walk in it. God bless you! God bless you! Mr. K――n is expected from his Yorkshire tour on Saturday. All is well at home. Cordial love to all. Brethren, pray for us. With regret I am obliged to hasten to subscribe myself, my dear man,

Yours, yours, &c. &c. &c. in our never-failing Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXI.

To Mr. T―― A――ms.

London, August 19, 1769.

My very dear Tommy,

TALK not of taking a personal leave. You know my make. Paul could stand a whipping, but not a weeping farewel. My heart and hands are full. What a letter-night last Thursday evening! a night much to be remembered. Many thanks for your intended present. In ten days I expect to sail. God bless you and yours! God bless all our never to be forgotten Gloucestershire friends! I can no more. Adieu. Cease not to pray for, my very dear steady old friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXII.

To Mr. J――ss.

London, August 19, 1769.

My very dear Man,

BLESSED, for ever blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, for causing his word so to run, and so to be glorified in your hands. No wonder that you meet with a thorn in the flesh. But we know who hath said, “My grace is sufficient for thee.” I have no objection against your circuit westward. I believe it will be a blessing to many souls. In a few days I expect to hear that either Mr. D――cy or S――y will be in town. If so, you may proceed; if not, I must beg you to be here at the time of my departure. Ten days, and then. What then? You may guess. God bless you and yours. God bless all dear, christian, never-to-be-forgotten Bristol friends. Last Thursday evening was a parting letter-night indeed. A night much to be remembered. Your flaming letter was read. That God may make you flame more and more, till you are called to be a flaming seraph in yonder heaven, earnestly prays, my very dear man,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXIII.

To Mr. T―― A――ms.

On board the Friendship, Captain Ball, September 5, 1769. Six in the Morning.

My very dear Tommy,

ALTHOUGH I could not write to you whilst ashore, yet I must drop you a few lines now I am come aboard. Just now we have taken up the anchor: and I trust my anchor is cast within the veil, where the ground will never give way, otherwise, how should I have stood the shock of parting, and put to sea at this time, or rather at this decline of life? But our God can, and our God does renew both bodily and spiritual strength. I have not been in better spirits for some years; and I am persuaded this voyage will be for the Redeemer’s glory, and the welfare of precious and immortal souls. I am assured I fare the better for the prayers of my dear very dear Gloucestershire friends. Our parting solemnities have been exceedingly awful; and I thank God for giving me the honour of taking my leave on Sunday afternoon at Gravesend market-place. O for this rambling way of preaching till I die! If Mrs. H――ker gets into harbour before me, she will be well off. Cordial respects await her, your wife, Mrs. R――ts, and all the friends of Zion. O England! England! God preserve thee from and divert every threatening storm! Follow, follow with your prayers, and assure yourselves of not being forgotten by, my very dear friends,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXIV.

To Mrs. H――ge.

On board the Friendship, September 6, 1769.

Dear Mrs. H――ge,

REPEATED labours of love demand repeated acknowledgments. God bless and reward you and your daughter! I hope you both returned home laden with the grapes of the New-Jerusalem. Gravesend Bethels, I trust, will not easily be forgotten. I am sure you do not forget to pray for a very worthless worm: a worm, and no man! And yet, (O amazing love!) Jesus, a never-failing, ever-loving, altogether-lovely Jesus, careth for and comforts him on every side. Hitherto it seems like my first voyage. Grace! grace! What hath God wrought? With all thy mercies, glorious Emmanuel, deny not the mercy of a thankful heart! Had I more humility, I should be more thankful to God and man. But I once more bid you and yours farewel. Salute all dear friends as they come in your way, and tell them their prayers are and will be heard in behalf of, my dear Mrs. H――e,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXV.

To Mr. and Mrs. S――n.

On board the Friendship, September 7, 1769.

Dear Friends,

ACCEPT a line of grateful acknowledgment for all favours. I know it will find you busy: and busy, I believe, for the Redeemer’s glory. You, therefore, shall and will prosper. This comforts me in my present gospel enterprize. I am persuaded it is of, from, and for Him who loved me, and gave himself for me, even ill and hell-deserving me. Glory be to his great name, I am comforted on every side. Fine accommodations. A civil Captain and passengers. All willing to attend on divine worship, and to hear of religious things. Praise the Lord, O my soul! Faithful mother W――d, and all at Tabernacle, will be glad to hear of this. Pray desire her to remember me in the kindest manner to Mr. P――ts, Mr. and Mrs. T――r, Mr. and Mrs. B――s, &c. &c. I remember parting tears. Jesus hath bottled them up. Brethren, pray and give thanks to Him, whose mercy endureth for ever. I am brave as to my bodily health. Grace! grace! God bless you and yours, and all who are so kind as to be concerned for, and enquire after, my dear old friends,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXVI.

To Mr. W――hy.

On board the Friendship, September 8, 1769.

Dear Mr. W――hy,

O THESE partings! Without a divine support they would be intolerable. But with that, we can even do this and every thing besides, which we are called to do or suffer. You will be glad to hear that every thing turns out beyond expectation, as to bodily health, ship accommodation, civility of passengers, &c. I only want somebody that hath a little more brains about me: but we must have our buts in this trying imperfect state. Say what we will, without these things we could not have our graces kept in exercise. God preserve you and all my religious friends, amidst the exercises that I fear await them. Nothing less than an almighty power can preserve and keep them in a proper temper. Land-storms are often most dangerous. Tell all as they come in your way, that their prayers are heard. I serve a God whose mercy endureth for ever. Particular respects to Mr. H――s, Mr. B――n, Mr. S――s, Mr. W――e, and all that accounted it their privilege to assist an unworthy worm: not forgetting poor mother E――s. You would all be pleased to see how well I am. Grace! grace! O the privilege and honour of leaving a little All, for a great unfailing All the ever-blessed God! May you be kept unspotted, that are called to abide by the stuff. You are surprizingly improved as to politeness of behaviour: may the inward man be more than equally improved, and increase with all the increase of God day by day! You will not fail to pray, that this may be also the happy case of, my dear Mr. W――y,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXVII.

To Mrs. M――.

On board the Friendship, September 8, 1769.

THOUGH on the mighty waters, I must not forget faithful friends that I have left behind. You, I am persuaded, are one of these. I have tried you many years. God bless you and yours! God guide and keep you in your new undertaking! You are launching into a wide sea. May Jesus be your pilot! He will, he will. He is the widow’s husband, and will therefore plead the widow’s cause. He is good to us on board. Praise Him, praise Him whose mercy endureth for ever. Cease not to pray for, dear Mrs. M――,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXVIII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

On board the Friendship, September 8, 1769.

My dear steady Friend,

EBENEZER! Ebenezer! Hitherto the Lord helps. All things are very commodious on board, and hitherto I am comforted on every side. The Captain and passengers are civil, willing to oblige, and ready to attend on divine worship. We have had contrary winds in our way to the Downs, but not violent. The young soldiers not yet sick, though the ship hath some motion. I seem to be now, as I was thirty years ago. Grace! grace! Praise the Lord, O my soul! The prayers of the dear Londoners are and will be heard. May the mercies bestowed upon us in answer to their prayers, redound to thy glory, O my God! The care of my annual pensioners, with all money matters, I must beg you to take wholly into your hands. O how little can I do for Him, who hath done and suffered so much for me! God be merciful to me a sinner! Tender love to all. Cease not, cease not to pray forwards, and to pray back again, my very dear Sir,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXIX.

To Mr. and Mrs. F――tt.

The Downs, on board the Friendship, September 10, 1769.

My very dear Friends,

AS we are now at our first baiting-place, and I have been thinking of and praying for my tried, steady, uniform friends, no wonder that you two came strongly upon my mind. Accept cordial thanks for all favours, and add to my manifold obligations by praising Him, whose mercy endureth for ever. He deals bountifully with us on board, and gives us a prospect of being comfortable with all about us. You are called to stay by, but blessed be God you are called to live above the stuff. A pilgrim life is my lot. I am more than content with it. I shall have time enough to rest in heaven. This heaven is begun on earth. You know it, you know it. Ere long the budding flower will be full blown. Afflictions, temptations, ordinances, providences, will all concur to bring it to maturity. When this is done, death shall transplant it to a better soil where it shall never fade, but increase in fragrance and beauty through the endless ages of eternity. But I must not detain you. This is your busy day. You have been gathering manna. A little hath fallen round our floating camp. I know you wish us a trading voyage. That you may sail into harbour with a very full and choice cargo of heavenly wares, with your top-gallant sails flying, and shouting from every quarter, Grace! grace! earnestly prays, my very dear friends,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

P. S. Tell Mr. K――n I was in hopes of one line by Saturday’s post. We had a violent gale yesterday. One ship we hear is gone. Blessed be God we are all well.

LETTER MCCCCXXX.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Deal, September 14, 1769.

My very dear Friend,

IT hath really given me some concern, that notwithstanding I have written so many letters, not a single friend hath wrote at a venture, though if we had been sailed, the letter might have been returned. The Captain hath been answered; Winter hath been answered. But—all is well. For wise reasons we are detained in the Downs. Who knows but it may be to awaken some souls at Deal? A peculiar providence brought me here. Warm-hearted Dr. G――ns came on board to pay me a visit, was sick, lay in my state room, and learnt more experimentally to pray for those who occupy their business in the great waters. Mr. B――y of Ramsgate, and young Mr. G――ner, who was ordained here yesterday, followed after. At their request I came ashore yesterday morning. The ordination was very solemn, and I have not been more affected under any public ministrations a great while. At the request of many, I preached in the evening to a crouded auditory, and spent the remainder of the night in godly conversation. Dr. G――ns will acquaint you with some pleasing particulars. If the wind continues contrary, perhaps I may make an elopement to Margate. I wish I could see my sermon that is printed. You may at a proper season, in a proper way, hint as from yourself to ――, that I have often thought he would do for Bethesda academy. If I die, let not the hymn book be cashiered. I am glad to hear of the Amens at Tottenham-Court. I doubt not but it is the same at ♦Tabernacle. I design to write to both, and to the conference, &c. But I cannot enlarge now. The young sailors begin to be more handy, and are attentive to oblige. This is the thirteenth time of my crossing the Atlantic Ocean. God bless you all! If further detained, you will hear again from, my very dear friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

P. S. A parcel might be sent by Saturday’s coach, directed to the care of ――: he would return it if we are sailed. I should have the papers and the sermon. The ship that was lost hath been taken up and brought in. The passengers escaped in the boat. What are we that we should be preserved? Grace! grace!

LETTER MCCCCXXXI.

To Mr. G――d.

The Downs, on board the Friendship, September 15, 1769.

My dear Mr. G――d,

I CANNOT forget your old readiness to serve and attend upon me. I cannot forget your last parting conversation. Alas! alas! how little do we know of the bitter cups that await us in the decline of life! May Jesus sweeten them with his love! He will, he will. This will make them palatable. This and this alone can make us cry from our inmost souls, “The cup which my heavenly Father hath given me to drink, shall I not drink it?” Though bitter, there is no death in this cup: on the contrary, nothing but life, nothing but life. Courage then, my dear Mr. G――d, courage. Yet a little while and we shall see

All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchang’d for heav’n.

Adieu. God bless you and yours. Hearty love to all that are so kind as to enquire after and pray for me. Pray go to Dr. G――ns, and tell him I hope he got home well. I had a pleasant season at Deal with him and some other servants of our common Lord. What will heaven be? I am lost in contemplation of it. And therefore must hasten to subscribe ♦myself, dear Mr. G――d,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXXII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Deal, September 15, 1769.

My very dear Friend,

YOUR letter was quite refreshing. It found me on board. But Mr. B――y came, put me under an arrest, and is carrying me away to Ramsgate: I hope to arrest some poor run-away bankrupts for the Captain of our salvation. You would be glad to be here. How mysterious and yet how wise are his ways! Fain would I follow the Lamb whithersoever he goes. Blessed be God that all is so well at London. I trust all will be better and better. For Christ’s sake, let all means be used to keep up and increase Tottenham-Court and Tabernacle societies. Pray be particular about church and state. A shaking season awaits both. Happy they who have cast anchor within the veil. All send due respects. Cordial love to your whole self, to all that sent their love, and to all who are so kind as to enquire after, my very dear steady friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXXIII.

To Mr. S―― S――.

Downs, September 16, 1769.

My very dear steady Friend,

I MUST not leave sight of the Downs, without sending you a few grateful, sympathizing, parting lines. I know in what a situation they will find you, filling up the measure of Christ’s sufferings which are behind. Amazing! even bodily sufferings, when brought on by working for Him, he accounts his own.

He knows what this temptation means,

For he hath felt the same.

What a mercy this, when wearisome nights and days are appointed for us! O that patience may have its perfect work in our souls! It will, it shall. Faithful is he that hath promised, who also will do it. Fine sayings these for an old weather-beaten almost worn-out pilgrim, just on his entrance upon a new voyage. But Ebenezer! Ebenezer! He that hath helped and delivered twelve times, will not fail the thirteenth.

I would believe thy promise, Lord;

O help my unbelief!

Hitherto the prospect is comfortable. Accommodations good. All on board civil, and willing to attend upon divine worship. Above all, Jesus is kind, yea very kind to the better part of, my very dear never-to-be-forgotten friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

P. S. Most grateful acknowledgments await your whole self, and dear daughter and worthy son-in-law. Pray for us.

LETTER MCCCCXXXIV.

To Mr. R―― H――n.

In the Downs, on board the Friendship, September 17, 1769.

My dear old Friend,

I SYMPATHIZE with you from my inmost soul. What prickles have our sweetest roses! How does God’s promise seemingly cross hands with his providence! We would fain direct him: but his answer is, “I know it, my son, I know it:” and hereafter we shall know it too. That hereafter will soon come. It is coming every moment. Yet a little while, and we shall see

All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchang’d for heav’n.

I have no doubt, but this will be the happy lot of your dear yoke-fellow. At present she walks in darkness, and sees no light. But God will lighten her darkness, and the days of her mourning shall be ended. Beg her to accept my most sincere and sympathetic salutations; and assure yourselves, that neither of you are forgotten in the poor prayers of, my dear friends,

Less than the least all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXXV.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Deal, September 17, 1769.

My very dear Friend,

AS I have no parcel, I am ready almost to think somebody is coming. I am just returned from Ramsgate, and going on board. Never did any creature shew greater civility, heartiness, politeness, and generosity than Mr. B――ry. His friends were hearty too. Indeed and indeed I believe solid good was done at Ramsgate. I preached on Friday and Saturday. It was hard parting this morning. I expect a long passage. But all is well. I am kept comfortable. I could not go to Margate. Friends that write, should direct where the letters are to be returned. I am glad Mr. S――y is come. I shall write to Bath. Is my farewel sermon printed? That is what I meant; no packet is come. Tender love to all, to all. Never fear,

Satan thwarts and men object,

And yet the thing they thwart effect.

Hallelujah!

I wish this may be the last letter, any may receive dated at the Downs, from, my very dear Sir,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXXVI.

To Mr. John W――r.

The Downs, on board the Friendship, September 18, 1769.

My dear Friend,

I MUST not forget you and your dear yoke-fellow, whom I cannot but number amongst my old first friends and children. I hope this will find bodily pain subsided, or grace given to make it more than tolerable. Little do we know what trials await the declines of life. But these are like the finishing strokes of a limner’s hand before the picture is sent for home. Yet a little while, and it shall be hung up in God’s house above, as a trophy of the Redeemer’s blood and Spirit, to be admired for ever and ever.

O heights of grace!

O depths of love!

Lord, fit us for

This house above!

Adieu! God bless you and yours and all your connections. The post-boat is come. Though detained in the Downs, yet I hope we are sailing to heaven. Hallelujah! Cease not to pray for, my dear friends,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXXVII.

To Mr. G――, and to all in conference.

The Downs, on board the Friendship, September 19, 1769.

Dearly beloved in the Lord,

THOUGH absent in body, I am present with you in spirit. Not want of love, but of leisure, prevented my holding a conference with you before my embarkation. My hands and heart were full. Ere long, we shall go no more out. In the mean while, may you all be pillars in the house of our God! You are engaged in a good cause, and in a branch of the Redeemer’s work, which hath, and I am persuaded will prosper more and more. What a mercy, that fresh instruments are raised up, to preach to poor sinners the unsearchable riches of Jesus Christ. I hope that the sound of his blessed feet hath been heard behind young Mr. D――; he seems to come out in the first, old, itinerant methodistical way. No way like this. Light and life must go together. Principles and power, principles and power conjointly, alone can satisfy my dear tabernacle hearers souls. Though dying, I should live, when I find that they and you stand fast in the Lord, and go on, and are terrible like an army with banners. This be your happy lot! Whatever becomes of ill and hell-deserving me, may you increase with all the increase of God! Most cordial love awaits Mr. C――, Mr. B――, Mr. D――, Mr. I――, or as many of them as are in town. May all be helped, to give one and the same mighty gospel all-powerful blast, till Jericho’s towering walls fall down before them. Outward troubles, I am persuaded, await us. But in Jesus we shall have peace. To his never-failing mercy I commend you and yours, and all your near and dear connections. Brethren, pray for us; I know you do. The Redeemer, in answer to your prayers, deals bountifully with us. I am comforted on every side. Never less alone, than when alone with my God. My anchor is cast within the veil. Though detained in the Downs, I hope we are sailing towards our eternal haven. Still help us forwards, and pray us back. Once more, God bless you all! God bless the dear tabernacle society, bands and classes, and all that come to hear a preached gospel under that despised yet highly honoured roof. I am sure you will add, and God bless him, who from his inmost soul subscribes himself,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXXVIII.

To Mr. J――s.

On board the Friendship, in the Downs, September 19, 1769.

My very dear Captain,

I WRITE a few lines at a venture, uncertain whether you are in town or not. You see where they leave me; at our first baiting place. Had not our Captain loitered at London last Lord’s-day, we might have been out of the channel. But then perhaps I might have lost the sale of some gospel goods at Gravesend market-place. I hope you, and all my dear fellow labourers, will meet with thousands of moneyless customers, who will come down to the price. Blessed news for bankrupts!

Surely, O Christ, thy grace is free,

For, O my God, it found out me!

He is good to us on board. All are civil and studious to oblige. I am glad of the third cabin passenger. The steerage ones are old hearers, and in distress. Who knows what a trading voyage we may have. When you write to Bristol, pray tell Miss B――ne to acquaint Mr. G――n, that I am sorry I did not know who sent me the kind present in so genteel a manner. He hath my grateful acknowledgments. The young sailors have been a little sick. The Steward is very handy. I am kept comfortable in soul and body. Pray on, my dear friends, pray on. Remember our partings, our partings. Surely they will never be forgotten by, my dearly beloved Captain,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXXXIX.

To Mr. B――s.

The Downs, on board the Friendship, Captain Ball. September 19, 1769.

My dear old Friend,

THOUGH my hands and heart were too full, to come and give you personal thanks on shore, be pleased to accept my most grateful acknowledgments for your kind present, and yet kinder letter, now I am on board. I know your heart is formed for friendship, and therefore some kind of trials of the affectionate kind, must make such impressions, as persons of leaden souls and iron bodies, are utter strangers to. What a mercy, that we have a compassionate High-Priest to apply to, who is most sensibly touched with a feeling of our infirmities!

He knows what sore temptations mean,

For he hath felt the same.

Courage therefore, my dear Sir, courage. Yet a little while, and he that cometh will come, and will not tarry. In the mean while, may both of us be enabled to sing,

O happy, happy rod,

That brought us nearer to our God.

I write this out of the fulness of my heart. Old friendship more than revives. God bless you, and all your near and dear connections! Through infinite mercy, this leaves me comforted on every side. I want a thousand tongues to praise Him whose mercy endureth for ever, and in whom I am, my very dear Sir,

Yours, &c. &c. &c.

G. W.

P. S. I should be glad if you would be pleased to send the Atlas to Mr. K――n, woollen-draper, in the Minories. A ship goes soon to Georgia.

LETTER MCCCCXL.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

On board the Friendship, off New-Romney, September 26, 1769.

My very dear Friend,

MAN appoints, but an all-wise, all-gracious God disappoints. Dear Mr. H――y guessed right. This day sevennight we weighed anchor, and sailed, though very slowly, as far as Fair-Lee. But for near five days we have been tossed by violent gales, and last night, through infinite mercy, cast anchor off Dungenness and New-Romney. The new sailors have been quite sick, but are now almost recovered. I have felt very little, comparatively speaking, and have been able to read, &c. &c. Had I known of having such a handy Steward, I might have spared one hand; but what is, is best. In God’s due time, the winds will have a commission to carry us on. Satan doth not like this voyage. Pray on, pray on, my very dear friends, and never fear. All shall work together for good to those who love God. I wish you had advertised against the publisher of my last sermon. It is not verbatim as I delivered it. In some places, he makes me to speak false concord, and even nonsense. In others, the sense and connection are destroyed, by the injudicious disjointed paragraphs; and the whole is entirely unfit for the public review¹. But we must suffer by the false zeal of professing friends, as well as by the inveterate malice of public avowed enemies. If one sentence is blessed to the conviction and edification of any single individual, I care not what becomes of my character, though there is no occasion of bringing ourselves into needless contempt. I write this at a venture; we see a boat approaching, and hope it will reach us. We have put back: O that it may quicken friends to pray us forwards. We are like a man of war that hath been out on a short cruise, and then returned into harbour. What awaits us we know not. It is not fit we should. God bless you all, my dear, very dear friends. I remember your times of meeting at both ends of the town. Sea is sea, land is land. The God whom we serve, is God of both. To his never-failing mercy I commend you. Continue to do the same for, my very dear friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

Off New-Romney, September 28.

STILL we are prisoners. But blessed be God, prisoners of hope! In God’s due time, the word of command will be, Go forward. I am sadly off for want of white biscuit. But God will supply every want. The boat is going, that came off with some eatables. Adieu. Tender love to all. Blessed be God, all is well! Cease not to pray for, my very dear friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

¹ The very same censures are too justly applicable to the volume of sermons, now published by Mr. Gurney, as Mr. Whitefield’s.――Relying on the accuracy of the shorthand-writer, and on the fidelity of the reverend gentleman who was to revise the sermons, and on their joint regard for the memory of Mr. Whitefield, his executors did agree to recommend the intended publication, and promote its sale; for which, a consideration was to be paid by Mr. Gurney, to be applied by them, according to the tenor of Mr. Whitefield’s Will. But on their receiving nine of the sermons, (worked off) to their great surprise, they found themselves, after perusal, unable to authenticate them, either as to language or sentiments; therefore judged them utterly unfit for publication, and told Mr. Gurney, that on no consideration whatever, could they recommend them to the public. The executors are extremely concerned on Mr. Gurney’s account, as well as for the character of their late worthy friend; and now wish that they had not rested with the hearing only one half-sheet read to them, but had insisted on seeing the whole Manuscript, and every sheet from the press. However, though Mr. Gurney ought to have stopped the press when first applied to, and although the agreement was never signed by either of the parties, the executors have repeatedly offered, that, besides chearfully renouncing all advantages, they will pay whatever expences Mr. Gurney hath been at in the affair, and so take and burn the whole impression; as otherwise the purchasers must be deceived, and the name of the deceased sorely wounded.

LETTER MCCCCXLI.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

On board the Friendship, Captain Ball, in Five-fathom Hole, about ten miles from Charles-Town, South-Carolina. November 30, 1769.

My dear Friend,

WE have had a long, and in several respects a trying passage. Particulars expect by the packet, which the pilot says will sail in two or three days. This day week we first saw land; came over the bar the 28th instant, and should have been at Charles-Town that evening, but our ship was too light to obey the helm. We had the mortification of seeing ten sailing in before us, and we ever since left in jeopardy. Surely Satan foresees some signal good attending this voyage. In the midst of all, blessed be God, we have had plenty of outward things; and I am in better health than at the end of any voyage I have made for some years. Mr. Smith hath really behaved well, and been very handy and attentive. The same may be said of Mr. Winter. We have been like the three children in the fiery furnace. But the Son of God hath been, and is (O amazing grace!) still with us. Please to remember us to all concerned. Hoping soon to write from on shore, and most earnestly praying, that grace, mercy and peace, may be multiplied upon you all, I must hasten to subscribe my old but true name, “The chief of sinners, less than the least of all saints,” but

Your affectionate, obliged friend, and willing servant to all,

G. W.

Charles-Town, December 1.

BLESSED be God, a pilot-boat came yesterday along-side, and brought us hither in safety to our unspeakable comfort in the evening. Our reception as hearty or heartier than ever. Grace! grace! The ship is not yet come up. Blessed be God, I am brave and well, and am to preach this afternoon. Praise Him whose mercy endureth for ever! We have been delivered out of great jeopardy. You will say so, when you receive further particulars from, my dear friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXLII.

To Miss H――y.

Charles-Town, South-Carolina, December 6, 1769.

Dear Madam,

SHALL I promise, and not perform? God forbid! You have one of my first letters since our arrival. The long passage made shore more agreeable. Miss H――y knows how to apply such an account. All we meet with here, will be sweetly overruled to render heaven, and a sight of Jesus in the heaven of heavens, more delightful. I am in hopes, by this last week’s preaching, that some South-Carolina souls are beginning to look heavenwards. Grace! grace! In a day or two, God willing, we shall move to Bethesda. Mr. W――t is come to meet me, and tells me all is in great forwardness there. Ere long the top-stone of a building not made with hands will be brought forth. How many of your beloved family will join the shout, crying, Grace, grace unto it! Most cordial and due respects attend them all. God be praised, heaven is in sight. Jesus is our pilot: he will steer us safe over every bar; even over the last bar, Death. Then will we sing,

All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchang’d for heav’n.

O how good is it to bear the yoke in our youth! A glorious preparative for a comfortable old age. That you and all your dear relatives, may increase with all the increase of God, is the earnest prayer of, dear Madam,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXLIII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Charles-Town, December 9, 1769.

My very dear Friend,

IMMEDIATELY on our arrival, I sent you a letter by way of Liverpool, and then promised you a particular and very explicit letter by this packet: but it must be deferred a few days. So much company crowds in, that together with my preaching every other day, &c. &c. I have scarce the least leisure. Blessed be God, I have already met with some fruits of my feeble labours in this place. An earnest, I hope, of good things to come. To-morrow, I set off by water to Georgia, the roads being almost impassable by land. Mr. Wright is come to go with me, and acquaints me that all is in great forwardness at Bethesda. How I am directed in respect to that institution, you shall know hereafter. And glory be to a never-failing God, an hereafter is drawing on apace, when we shall sing,

All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchang’d for heav’n.

I hope you and yours are helped to possess your souls in patience. God bless and reward you! Grace, mercy, and peace be multiplied upon you and yours! All join in sending due and cordial respects. O give thanks unto the Lord, for his mercy endureth for ever. Brethren, pray for us. Tender love to all. Your letter to me by Anderson, I have not yet received. Blessed be God, I am in health. Grace! grace! The packet is about to be closed. Other ships are almost ready to sail. By one or all expect to hear again from, my very dear friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXLIV.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Savannah, December 24, 1769.

My very dear Friend,

THE bearer B―― F―― is the steward of the ship in which I came over: a very handy useful man; to whom in a great measure I owe the chief comfort of my voyage, as to eatables. He hath had convictions at times, and longs to live ashore. If you can serve him, do. I write this at my old friends Mr. Habersham’s. I am to preach here this morning, and to-morrow, and purpose in a few days to pay a visit to Charles-Town. Blessed be God, all things are in a most promising way. But I am obliged to leave Mr. W――t behind, for the work’s-sake. Mr. Smith goes with me. He is attentive, hath behaved well, and been useful in the house. Never was I blessed with so many proper industrious workmen and helpers before. Grace! grace! Next Wednesday I am fifty-five years old. God be merciful to me a sinner, a sinner, a sinner! As such, continue to pray, my dear steady friend, for,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXLV.

To Mr. S―― S――.

Bethesda, January 11, 1770.

Dear Sir,

CAN I forget my dear, very dear old steady friend? rather let my right hand forget her cunning. How are you? Still afflicted? still in pain? still made to possess wearisome nights, and wearisome days? Well, all will be over soon; soon, yea very soon shall we sing,

All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchang’d for heav’n.

This prospect gives songs in the night; this makes Georgia and Bethesda to more than smile: and indeed you and yours would smile too, were you to see what a lasting foundation is laying for the support and education of many yet unborn. All admire the work already done. In a few months the top-stone, I trust, will be brought forth, with shouting, Grace! grace! In the mean while I must range northward. I know who will follow me with their prayers; even you and yours, whom I dearly love, and whom I salute much in the Lord. God bless you all, for all kindnesses conferred upon, my very dear friends,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

If I thought you did not, or would not use your globes, I would beg them for our infant library. The increase of this colony is almost incredible. Real good, I trust, is doing; and a blessed door is opening for Mr. W――’s usefulness. Blessed be God! Blessed be God!

LETTER MCCCCXLVI.

To Mrs. H――e.

Bethesda, January 11, 1770.

Dear Mrs. H――e,

MY last to you left me just arrived at Charles-Town. This leaves me an old inhabitant of, or rather a worthless sojourner at Bethesda. Both, I hope, will find the worthy Mrs. H――e and her daughter enjoying thriving souls in healthy bodies. Every thing here exceeds my most sanguine expectations. I am almost tempted to say, “It is good for us to be here.” But all must give way to gospel ranging: Divine employ!

For this let men revile my name,

I’d shun no cross, I’d fear no shame:

All hail, reproach――

I hope London friends meet with enough of this. It is bad, more than bad, when the offence of the cross ceaseth. This cannot be, till we cease to be crucified to the world, and the world crucified to us: and when that is the case, things are very bad. As Mrs. H――s’s heart and house are opened to so many ministers of a despised Jesus, she must expect a double share. Not only reproach from the world, but judgings and censures from the narrow-hearted bigotted part of the Church. But she hath counted the cost; she knows in whom she hath believed, and who will be her exceeding great reward. God will not have us take up with any thing short of himself. Leaving you to cry, Grace! grace! with ten thousand thanks for all unmerited favours, I must hasten to subscribe myself

Your most obliged and ready servant, in our common Lord,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXLVII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Charles-Town, February 10, 1770.

My dear Friend,

LAST night a kind Providence brought me hither, where I received your kind letter, dated November 2d. Blessed be God, that all things go on so well at London! You reason well about ――. I entirely agree with you in sentiment concerning that matter. Through infinite mercy, this leaves me enjoying a greater share of bodily health than I have known for many years. I am now enabled to preach almost every day, and my poor feeble labours seem not to be in vain in the Lord. Blessed be God, all things are in great forwardness at Bethesda. I have conversed with the G――r in the most explicit manner, more than once, concerning an act of assembly, for the establishment of the intended Orphan-house College. He most readily consents. I have shewn him a draught, which he much approves of; and all will be finished at my return from the northward. In the mean while, the buildings will be carried on. As two ministers from the New-Jersies, and Rhode-Island, have been soliciting benefactions for their respective colleges, no applications of that nature can be made here: but the Lord will provide! My eyes wait upon Him, from whom all temporal and spiritual salvations come. Since my being in Charles-Town, I have shewn the draught to some persons of great eminence and influence. They highly approve of it, and willingly consent to be some of the wardens: near twenty are to be of Georgia, and about six of this place; one of Philadelphia, one of New-York, one of Boston, three of Edinburgh, two of Glasgow, and six of London. Those of Georgia and South-Carolina, are to be qualified; the others to be only honorary corresponding wardens. I have therefore taken the freedom of nominating ******; and as my name is to be annihilated, they may accept the trust without expecting much trouble, or suffering contempt for being connected with me. This, I think, is the chief of the plan: more particulars that may occur, together with the draught of the charter, you may expect hereafter. In the mean while, cease not to pray for, my dear steady friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXLVIII.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Charles-Town, February 22, 1770.

My very dear Friend,

NO letters by the packet, or another ship that hath brought in above five hundred from London! As I hear Captain Rainier is bound for Savannah, I hope at my return to Bethesda to find a letter there. Your last, dated November 2, was immediately answered. Mr. B――s will accept my most grateful acknowledgments for his kind present of maps, charts, &c. In a few months, I hope, all will be compleated. But what may these few months produce? Lord Jesus, prepare us for whatever thou hast prepared for us, and give peace in our time, for thine infinite mercy’s-sake! You must expect another draught soon. God be praised for that saying, “It is more blessed to give than to receive.” You would be pleased to see with what attention people hear the word preached. I have been in Charles-Town near a fortnight, am to preach at a neighbouring country parish church next Sunday, and hope to see Georgia the week following. Perhaps I may sail from thence to the northward, and perhaps embark from hence. Lord Jesus, direct my goings in thy way! I am blessed with bodily health, and am enabled to go on my way rejoicing. Grace! grace! Join in shouting those blessed words. I wrote by one Captain Watt, who was to sail from Georgia this week. In that, you will find something concerning my late visit to, and public entertainment at Bethesda. You see how often I pester you with letters. I can only add, that you may tell all, I am happier than words can express: which I take, in a great measure, to be owing to the prayers of my dear English friends, which are daily put up for, and I hope daily returned by, an unworthy worm. Remember me most affectionately to all, and expect to hear again very speedily from, my very dear, dear friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCXLIX.

To Mr. B――n.

Charles-Town, February 27, 1770.

My dear Mr. B――n,

I OWE you an answer to your kind letter. Blessed be God, I can send you good news from a far country! All things at Bethesda go on quite well. My bodily health is upon the advance, and the word, I trust, runs and is glorified. At present, my intended plan about returning continues the same: but all depends on news from home. Strange! that none could write a line or two by so many ships. Only one letter have I received from Mr. K――n since my arrival. Next week, God willing, I return to Georgia, and soon after I purpose to go to the northward. I know who will follow me with their prayers: they will avail much. The Lord Jesus be with all your spirits! I suppose you heard from Bethesda by Captain Anderson. Mr. Wright is the main spring with regard to the buildings, and all the other wheels move orderly and well. Praise the Lord, O my soul! O this pilgrim way of life! To me it is life indeed. No nestling, no nestling, my dear Mr. B――n, on this side eternity. This is not our rest. Ere long we shall sing,

All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchang’d for heav’n.

Leaving you to add Hallelujah, and sending most hearty greetings to your whole self, and all enquiring friends, I must hasten to subscribe myself, my dear Mr. B――n,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

March 4.

Pray tell Mr. K――n, that I hope to write to him in a few days from Georgia. To-morrow, God willing, I return thither. I trust substantial good hath been done here. Grace! grace!

LETTER MCCCCL.

To Mrs. H――e.

Charles-Town, March 4, 1770.

Dear Mrs. H――e,

ALTHOUGH at such a distance, I cannot forget Mrs. H――e and her daughter, and all their works of faith and labours of love. I doubt not, but this will find them on the full stretch for heaven, and as usual abounding in the work of the Lord. It leaves me almost ready to return to Bethesda, from a place where, I trust, the word hath run and been glorified. Matters are now drawing near to a wished-for close. All things have succeeded beyond my most sanguine expectation. I expect to come according to the appointed time. But future things belong to Him who orders all things well. Through mercy I enjoy more bodily health than for many years last past. You will join in crying, Grace! grace! Next month, I purpose moving to the northward. As Mr. W――t is the main spring at the Orphan-house, I must leave him behind. Mr. Smith is with me: he behaves well, and is diligent and attentive. You will be so good as to remember me to all, as they come in your way. I hope my good old Mrs. Eades, at Tottenham-Court, is well. That she and all may ripen for heaven every day and every hour, is the earnest prayer of, dear Mrs. H――e,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCLI.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Savannah, March 11, 1770.

My very dear worthy Friend,

BLESSED be God, the good wine seemed to be kept till the last at Charles-Town. Last Thursday I returned, and found all well at Bethesda. I am come to town to preach this morning, though somewhat fatigued with being on the water three nights: upon the whole, however, I am better in health than I have been for many years. Praise the Lord, O my soul! I have been sadly disappointed in receiving no letters by the Charles-Town packet. All knew that I was to be in these parts, only till the ensuing Lady-day: then I purpose to set off for the northward. I drew at Charles-Town for ――l. perhaps may draw again soon. Expect more particulars in a few days. This is waited for. God bless you all! Dearly beloved in the Lord, pray for us. Time is scarce allowed me to subscribe myself, my very dear friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCLII.

To the Same.

Bethesda, April 6, 1770.

My very dear Sir,

I AM waiting here for a brig that is to carry me northward, and for a letter and news from England. Your last was dated, November 2: several months have intervened. I now almost despair of hearing from you again, till my arrival at Boston. But I hope that you and all remember us more frequently than you write. You are daily remembered at a throne of grace. How glad would many be to see our Goshen, our Bethel, our Bethesda! Never did I enjoy such domestic peace, comfort, and joy during my whole pilgrimage. It is unspeakable, it is full of glory. Peace, peace unutterable attends our paths, and a pleasing prospect of increasing, useful prosperity is continually rising to our view. I have lately taken six poor children, and, God willing, purpose to add greatly to their number. Dear Mr. D――n and his wife are to sail the beginning of next month in the Britannia, Captain Dean, bound for Portsmouth. We part with great respect. Fain would I retain such an old tried disinterested friend in the service of the sanctuary, and near my person. But what scheme to pursue, I know not, being so uncertain as to the path which I shall be called to take. A few months will determine: perhaps a few weeks. More particulars expect by the Britannia. In the mean while, I can only recommend you all to the blessed Jesus, and the word of his grace, and entreat the continuance of your prayers in behalf of, my very dear friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCLIII.

To the Same.

Bethesda, April 16, 1770.

My very dear worthy Friend,

HALLELUJAH! Praise the Lord! The books and letters both by Ball and Sunbury, are come safe. You have done quite right. Our Lord must choose his own means to bring about his own purpose. Mr. Smith (the clerk) was much rejoiced by receiving a letter. Poor Mr. Jacob W――t, an honest industrious creature, was as much dejected by receiving none. If Mr. G――s had added a line or two to his present, it would have been doubly acceptable. Next week, God willing, we sail for Philadelphia. I shall leave letters behind me to come by Mr. D――n. All is well, all more than well here! Never, never did I enjoy such an æra of domestic peace and happiness. I have taken in about ten orphans. Prizes! prizes! Hallelujah! Join, my very dear friends, join in praising Him whose mercy endureth for ever. If possible, I shall write a line to the Welch brethren. They have sustained a loss indeed, in the death of Mr. Howell Davies. God sanctify it! Surely my turn will come by and by. But I must away to Savannah. Real good, I trust, is doing there. The ship that brings this, is expected to sail to-morrow. I have desired Mr. W――r to send you the particulars of our voyage. All send due respects. God bless you! God reward you! Cease not to add to my obligations, by continuing to pray for, my very dear worthy friend,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCLIV.

To the Same.

Bethesda, April 20, 1770.

My very dear Sir,

TO my very great joy, a few days ago I received your kind letters with all the papers. Give peace in our time, O Lord! We enjoy a little heaven upon earth here. With regret I go northward, as far as Philadelphia at least, next Monday. Though I am persuaded, as the house is now altered, I should be cooler here, during the summer’s heat, than at any other place I know of, where I used to go. I should be glad to treat you with some of the produce of our colony, which is much earlier than yours. The audits, &c. sent with this, be pleased to communicate to all my real friends. You have certainly determined quite right in a late affair. Every thing concurs to shew me, that Bethesda affairs must go on as yet in their old channel. A few months may open strange scenes. O for a spirit of love and moderation on all sides, and on both sides the water! I wish some books might be procured for our infant library. But more of this in my next. Letters may now be sent by way of Boston, New York, and Philadelphia. I should be glad to hear often, if it be but a line. In all probability I shall not return hither till November. Was ever any man blest with such a sett of skilful, peaceful, laborious helpers! O Bethesda, my Bethel, my Peniel! My happiness is inconceivable. A few hundreds, besides what is already devoted, would finish all. I do not in the least doubt. I have had nine or ten prizes lately. You know what I mean. Nine or ten orphans have been lately taken in. Hallelujah! hallelujah! Let Chapel, Tabernacle, heaven, and earth, rebound with Hallelujah! I can no more. My heart is too big to speak or add more, than my old name,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCLV.

To Mr. and Mrs. S――n.

Bethesda, April 21, 1770.

My dear Friends,

LONG before now, I hope you have found, that I have not forgotten you or your labours of love. This comes to inform you, that the Father of mercies hath not forgotten to be gracious to the chief of sinners, and less than the least of all saints. On the contrary, he daily loads us with his benefits. Bethesda is a place, that the Lord doth and will bless. Dear Mr. D――n and his wife, will inform you of particulars. Among other things, they will tell you of our new chapel. I have sent for sundries for its use and completion. O help me to praise Him, whose loving kindness is better than life! I hope your daughter grows in grace, and will become like unto one of the polished corners of the temple. That root and branch may increase with all the increase of God, most earnestly prays, my very dear friends,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCLVI.

To Mrs. H――e.

Bethesda, April 21, 1770.

Dear Mrs. H――e,

NO such good news yet. Less than the least of all, is not drowned to this very day. Perhaps he may live to see his London friends in England, or at Bethesda. How would many rejoice to be in such a peaceful, commodious, and comfortable habitation! I cannot tell you half. Blessed be God, I was never better, at this season of the year, in bodily health; never more comfortable in my soul. Grace! grace! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! Mr. D――n, a faithful disinterested friend, will acquaint you with particulars. He hath often heard me speak of Mrs. H――e and her daughter Phebe. Still employed in the old way. I am glad Mr. D――cy is under your roof. Put it all down to the old account. God bless you all! I am sure you pray for me at London. All join in sending cordial respects. Happy Bethesda! Help, help in praising Him, whole mercy superaboundeth to, dear Mrs. H――e,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCLVII.

To Mr. S―― S――.

Bethesda, April 21, 1770.

Dear Sir,

ALTHOUGH I have scarce time to turn round, being just setting off for Philadelphia, yet I must drop a few lines to my old invariable friend. As I hear nothing to the contrary, I suppose he is yet in this dying world. Well! so that we die daily to ourselves and the world, all is well, and shall end well. This I am persuaded is your happy case. In some degree, I trust, it is mine. Would you think it? My bodily strength seems to be renewed, and every thing at Bethesda is in a most promising way. Dear Mr. D――n, the bearer of this, must be referred to for particulars. Never did I spend such a comfortable domestic winter, as the last. Never was a man blessed with a better set of skilful, peaceful, laborious helpers. All is of grace, with which, that you, your dear yoke-fellow, and other connections, may be filled brimful, is the hearty prayer of, my very dear Sir,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCLVIII.

To Mr. K――n.

Savannah, April 24, 1770, Five in the morning.

My very dear Mr. K――n,

I AM just going into the boat, in order to embark for Philadelphia. I hope the good wine was kept to the last, on Sunday. Mr. D――n and his wife are to sail in about a fortnight. He is an honest creature, and an excellent accomptant. I have written strongly in his behalf. He will bring a large packet, and is to have ―― pounds of you, which I have given him as a present. I have also drawn on you for £.――; perhaps shall draw no more for some time. This will prove a blessed year for me at the day of judgment. Hallelujah! Come Lord, come! Mr. Robert W――t hath herewith sent you a power of attorney, begging you would settle his affairs in Essex. He is worthy, for whom you should do this. A quiet, ingenious, good creature, and his wife an excellent mistress of the family. Such a set of helpers I never met with. They will go on with the buildings, while I take my gospel range to the northward. It is for thee, O Jesus, even for thee, thou never-failing Bethesda’s God! But I can no more at present. Hoping to write again soon from Philadelphia, and praying that all may increase with all the increase of God, I must hasten to subscribe myself, my dear, dear Sir,

Less than the least of all,

G. W.

LETTER MCCCCLIX.

To Mr. R―― K――n.

Philadelphia, May 9, 1770.

My very dear Friend,

THIS leaves me a two days inhabitant of Philadelphia. I embarked at Savannah, in the Georgia packet, on the 24th ultima and arrived here the 6th instant. The evening following, I was enabled to preach to a large auditory, and am to repeat the delightful task this evening. Pulpits, hearts, and affections, seem to be as open and enlarged towards me, as ever. Praise the Lord, O our souls! Whilst I am writing, perhaps Mr. D――n and his wife are ready to sail from Savannah. By them you will receive a large packet concerning Bethesda. All is well, blessed be God, all is more than well there. As yet I have my old plan in view, to travel in these northern parts all summer, and return late in the fall to Georgia. All the letters and packets came safe. I believe you had best write by the New-York packet. But letters directed either to New-York, Boston, or this place, will reach or be sent to me. Through infinite mercy, I still continue in good health, and more and more in love every day with a pilgrim life. God bless you, and all my dear friends and hearers in the great metropolis. I know they pray for me. They are never forgotten day or night. That all may increase with all the increase of God, is the continual cry of, my very dear steady friend,