NO such good news yet. Less than the least of all, is not drowned to this very day. Perhaps he may live to see his London friends in England, or at Bethesda. How would many rejoice to be in such a peaceful, commodious, and comfortable habitation! I cannot tell you half. Blessed be God, I was never better, at this season of the year, in bodily health; never more comfortable in my soul. Grace! grace! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! Mr. D——n, a faithful disinterested friend, will acquaint you with particulars. He hath often heard me speak of Mrs. H——e and her daughter Phebe. Still employed in the old way. I am glad Mr. D——cy is under your roof. Put it all down to the old account. God bless you all! I am sure you pray for me at London. All join in sending cordial respects. Happy Bethesda! Help, help in praising Him, whole mercy superaboundeth to, dear Mrs. H——e,
Less than the least of all,
G. W.
LETTER MCCCCLVII.
To Mr. S—— S——.
Bethesda, April 21, 1770.
Dear Sir,
ALTHOUGH I have scarce time to turn round, being just setting off for Philadelphia, yet I must drop a few lines to my old invariable friend. As I hear nothing to the contrary, I suppose he is yet in this dying world. Well! so that we die daily to ourselves and the world, all is well, and shall end well. This I am persuaded is your happy case. In some degree, I trust, it is mine. Would you think it? My bodily strength seems to be renewed, and every thing at Bethesda is in a most promising way. Dear Mr. D——n, the bearer of this, must be referred to for particulars. Never did I spend such a comfortable domestic winter, as the last. Never was a man blessed with a better set of skilful, peaceful, laborious helpers. All is of grace, with which, that you, your dear yoke-fellow, and other connections, may be filled brimful, is the hearty prayer of, my very dear Sir,
Less than the least of all,