All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchang’d for heav’n.
This prospect gives songs in the night; this makes Georgia and Bethesda to more than smile: and indeed you and yours would smile too, were you to see what a lasting foundation is laying for the support and education of many yet unborn. All admire the work already done. In a few months the top-stone, I trust, will be brought forth, with shouting, Grace! grace! In the mean while I must range northward. I know who will follow me with their prayers; even you and yours, whom I dearly love, and whom I salute much in the Lord. God bless you all, for all kindnesses conferred upon, my very dear friends,
Less than the least of all,
G. W.
If I thought you did not, or would not use your globes, I would beg them for our infant library. The increase of this colony is almost incredible. Real good, I trust, is doing; and a blessed door is opening for Mr. W——’s usefulness. Blessed be God! Blessed be God!
LETTER MCCCCXLVI.
To Mrs. H——e.
Bethesda, January 11, 1770.