Yours, &c.
G. W.
LETTER MLIX.
To Mr. S——.
Newark, September 27, 1754.
My very dear Sir,
THE searcher of hearts only knows what struggles and tossings your last letter, as well as that of dear Mr. W——, hath occasioned in my breast. Affection, intense affection cries aloud, “Away to New-England, to dear New-England directly.” Providence, and the circumstances of the Southern provinces, point directly towards Virginia and the Orphan-house. In the former, I am told, the door is opening in earnest; and the business of the latter requires my presence this Winter. These being dispatched, my mind will be disburdened, and my heart free for a large range in New-England. For this, I hereby give you and my dear never to be forgotten friends, a promissory note of hand. Deo volente, I will perform it, before I leave America. I think I can take shipping from Boston for England. It will not do to go thence to the West-Indies, because I cannot go without a companion, and that companion (if possible) is to be Captain G——. These are my present thoughts. Have a little patience, and by delaying for a short time, I shall enjoy more of my dear friends company: this is what I want to be filled with. In the mean while, my enemies may be preparing their artillery. I have nothing but a sling and a stone. I trust that my determination is agreeable to the mind of Jesus. Many of his true ministers have been consulted, earnest prayers have been made, and I humbly hope the event will be glorious. What a pity is it that we can have but one body and one soul to glorify the blessed Redeemer with! Lord, accept my two worthless mites, and help me at length to begin to begin to do something for thy great name’s sake! The worthy President, who was to be my companion to Boston, will let you know how affairs go. Blessed be God, the shout of a king hath been amongst us. I am extremely well pleased with the synod and commencement. O that I had wings! then would I fly, if it was only just to have a sight of you and yours, and my dear and worthy friends.—But—I must say no more. Pray, pray earnestly, my dear friend, for him, who is less than the least of all, indeed and indeed, but
Yours most affectionately, &c.
G. W.