G. W.
LETTER MCCCXXVII.
To Mr. S—— S——.
Charles-Town, March 15, 1765.
My very dear Friend,
HITHERTO the Lord hath helped: I have had a most pleasant winter. The inclosed will shew you in what a situation I left Bethesda. To put the finishing stroke to that affair, I fear I must embark for England. Well may I say I fear; for indeed words cannot well express what a scene of action I leave behind. Alas! my American work seems as yet scarce begun. My health is better, and every day the word of God runs and is glorified more and more. In two days, my wilderness range commences afresh. In about six weeks I hope to see Philadelphia. From thence, they say, I am to set sail for my native country. But heaven! a blessed, long wished-for heaven, is my home. Surely, death will say by and by, “Come up hither.” This, I trust, will find you and yours mounting aloft. God bless you, and all your connections! Indeed and indeed I owe you much, very much love. As a pepper-corn of acknowledgment, be pleased to accept these few loving lines from, my very dear friend,
Ever yours, &c. &c. &c. in Jesus,
G. W.