THROUGH the tender mercy of a never-failing Redeemer, I am thus far advanced from Philadelphia through Virginia, in my way southward. At Newburn last Sunday, good impressions were made. Several gentlemen after sermon escorted me out of town. From that place to this, I have met with what they call New-lights almost every stage. At Lockwood’s-Folly (an unlikely place as Rome itself) there is to be a general rendezvous of them. This is grace indeed. I am to call to-morrow on a wealthy planter that seems to lead the van. There I shall enquire more particulars. I have the names of six or eight of their preachers. This, with every other place, being open and exceedingly desirous to hear the gospel, makes me almost determine to come back early in the spring. Surely the Londoners, who are fed to the full, will not envy the poor souls in these parts, who scarce know the right hand from the left. As to spiritual things, a few gospel crumbs in journeying, upon the whole, agrees with me. In less than a week I hope to reach Charles-Town; from thence I purpose to write again. Tender love to Mr. and Mrs. B——, and to your whole connections, and all dear dear friends who pray for, and enquire after, my very dear Sir,
Yours, &c. &c. in Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCCXX.
To Mr. J——.
Charles-Town, December 2, 1764.
My dear Mr. J——,
THOUGH I have not had a line from you, since I wrote to you from on board ship, yet I do not forget our old friendship, and therefore was glad to hear by my wife’s letter, that you kept your place in the despised tabernacle, where you and yours have so often met with God. Ere long we shall meet in an upper world,
Where sin and strife and sorrow cease,