LETTER CCLXX.
To Mrs. F——, in Charles-Town.
On board the Minerva, Feb. 25, 1741.
I Hope dear Mrs. F—— will not be offended with these few lines; they are written with a sincere desire to promote your welfare. I want to see you entirely dead to the world, and alive to God. You have been often convinced under the word; may it sink deep into your heart. God, by the late fire, hath shewn you the vanity of all things here below; henceforward set your affections on things above. You are old, and at the head of a great family; you have sealed your promise to lead a holy life, more than once, by receiving the symbols of the blessed body and blood of Christ.
Henceforth let no profane delight
Divide your consecrated soul;
But give it Christ, who has the right,
As Lord and Master of the whole.
Be not ashamed to own you have vowed never to dance again: Dear Mrs. F——, fear not contempt. What is it? only a little breath. Rest not in duties; rest not in outward partial reformation.—He that is in Christ, is a new creature. That old things may pass away, and all things become new in your heart, is the hearty prayer of, Madam,