He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he hath felt the same.
Courage therefore, my dear Sir, courage. Yet a little while, and he that cometh will come, and will not tarry. In the mean while, may both of us be enabled to sing,
O happy, happy rod,
That brought us nearer to our God.
I write this out of the fulness of my heart. Old friendship more than revives. God bless you, and all your near and dear connections! Through infinite mercy, this leaves me comforted on every side. I want a thousand tongues to praise Him whose mercy endureth for ever, and in whom I am, my very dear Sir,
Yours, &c. &c. &c.
G. W.
P. S. I should be glad if you would be pleased to send the Atlas to Mr. K——n, woollen-draper, in the Minories. A ship goes soon to Georgia.