My dear Mr. T——,
I Doubt not of your being directed in your late choice. If we acknowledge God in all our ways, he hath promised to direct our paths. I pity poor Carolina. But what shall we say? Jesus may do what he will with his own. I must look out for a tutor for my orphans. When our Lord’s time is come, some one or other will be stirred up to care for these sheep in yonder wilderness. Blessed be God, it begins to smile. You will see by the inclosed, what a prospect I have of providing for Bethesda’s future support. The letter was sent me by Mr. J—— B——, a worthy christian planter, who is lately come from Carolina to settle in Georgia. He was awakened at the Orphan-house about ten years ago. At Midsummer, Georgia is to be taken into the Government’s hands. It will then be put on the same footing with the other provinces; and in all probability will be a flourishing province. I am come in the very best time. O what a blessed thing is it to follow Jesus blindfold! He hath enabled me once more to take the field. The fields seem as white as ever; and I never saw the Tabernacle so well attended. If God should so direct me, would the middle of August not be too late to come to Edinburgh? I cannot well come before. Does Mr. R—— go directly for Charles-Town? How will he be paid for the Ossnaburghs he was so kind as to send over? I would fain send a few letters by him. My hearty love to him and his. Ten thousand thanks to you, for caring so friendly for my dear wife in my absence.—The Lord Jesus will care for you and my other kind friends. She is pretty well, and joins in sending cordial respects and thanks.—My young man returns his. Letters from those you mention, will be very acceptable. I hope to write to several shortly. I must now away; but not before I have wished Mr. Gillespie joy. The Pope I find has turned Presbyterian. O this power, when got into wrong hands, what mischief does it occasion! “The Lord reigns:”—that is enough for us. Adieu. My love to your honoured father, and all dear friends. Accept the same in the tenderest manner from, my dear Timothy,
Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER DCCCCXV.
To Mr. H——.
London, June 9, 1752.
My very dear Friend,
I Have received and read your manuscripts; but for me to play the critic on them, would be like holding up a candle to the sun. However, before I leave town, I will just mark a few places as you desire, and then send the manuscripts to your brother. I foretell their fate: nothing but your scenery can screen you. Self will never bear to die, though slain in so genteel a manner, without shewing some resentment against its artful murderer. I am glad you have written to South-Audley-street. You are resolved not to die in my debt. I think to call your intended purchase Weston, and shall take care to remind him by whose means he was brought under the everlasting gospel. O that Doctor S—— may be brought out to preach it! If you do not take the other living yourself, I think your giving it to the Doctor is a glorious scheme. I lay at your brother’s house last week: your sister seemed to love to talk of Jesus Christ and her own heart. She got up early, and came after me and my wife to Madam T——’s. You know how to improve this hint at a proper season. Your brother hath been so kind as to let me have the little mare again. My Master walked, I ride to preach the glorious gospel. Whether riding or walking, Lord Jesus, let my whole heart be taken up with thee! Adieu, my dearest Sir, adieu. Cease not to pray for,