LETTER MCCCCLIV.
To the Same.
Bethesda, April 20, 1770.
My very dear Sir,
TO my very great joy, a few days ago I received your kind letters with all the papers. Give peace in our time, O Lord! We enjoy a little heaven upon earth here. With regret I go northward, as far as Philadelphia at least, next Monday. Though I am persuaded, as the house is now altered, I should be cooler here, during the summer’s heat, than at any other place I know of, where I used to go. I should be glad to treat you with some of the produce of our colony, which is much earlier than yours. The audits, &c. sent with this, be pleased to communicate to all my real friends. You have certainly determined quite right in a late affair. Every thing concurs to shew me, that Bethesda affairs must go on as yet in their old channel. A few months may open strange scenes. O for a spirit of love and moderation on all sides, and on both sides the water! I wish some books might be procured for our infant library. But more of this in my next. Letters may now be sent by way of Boston, New York, and Philadelphia. I should be glad to hear often, if it be but a line. In all probability I shall not return hither till November. Was ever any man blest with such a sett of skilful, peaceful, laborious helpers! O Bethesda, my Bethel, my Peniel! My happiness is inconceivable. A few hundreds, besides what is already devoted, would finish all. I do not in the least doubt. I have had nine or ten prizes lately. You know what I mean. Nine or ten orphans have been lately taken in. Hallelujah! hallelujah! Let Chapel, Tabernacle, heaven, and earth, rebound with Hallelujah! I can no more. My heart is too big to speak or add more, than my old name,
Less than the least of all,
G. W.
LETTER MCCCCLV.
To Mr. and Mrs. S——n.