LETTER MCCCII.
To the Reverend Mr. G——.
New-York, Deuteronomy 18, 1763.
Reverend and very dear Sir,
BLESSED be God, I am better in health than when I wrote last. Preaching thrice a week agrees pretty well with me this cold season of the year. I am apt to believe my disorder will be periodical. It was so with Mr. Postwick, who is now with God. Our turn must come by and by. Who would have thought Mr. Robert Scot would have went off so soon? Lord, what is man? O to be always ready! O for thousands to go forth to alarm a drowsy world! New-Jersey college is a blessed nursery; one of the purest perhaps in the universe. The worthy President and three tutors, are all bent upon making the students both saints and scholars. I was lately there for a week. The Redeemer vouchsafed to own the word preached. Some said it was like old times. Prejudices in this place have most strangely subsided. The better sort flock as eagerly as the common people, and are fond of coming for private gospel conversation. This is all of grace. O for an humble and thankful heart! Perhaps I may soon go to Boston. I know you will pray that the glorious Emmanuel may accompany me in all my removes. That this may be the happy lot of your whole self, and of all dear enquiring friends, is the hearty prayer of, reverend and very dear Sir,
Yours, theirs, &c. &c. in Jesus,
G. W.
P. S. I wrote to Mr. Niven last week.