“Leith, May 14, 1763. Why so fearful of writing a long letter? The longer the better. Though disappointed in embarking, by reason of sickness, I can read and write, and hope soon to get upon my throne again. I have been able to go upon the water to-day for several hours. Others can die, but I cannot. Father, Thy will be done! What a God do I serve! Physicians, friends on every side of me! And what is all in all, the great Physician comforting my soul! Thank, O thank Him in behalf of a worthless worm!”
Whitefield’s last letter, before his departure, was the following:—
“Greenock, June 4, 1763.
“My dear Friend,—A thousand thanks for your kind letters. Jesus is kind. I am better, and just going on board the Fanny, bound to Rappahanock, in Virginia. Yours to good Lady Huntingdon is taken care of. I hear her daughter died well,[508] and that her ladyship is comforted and resigned. Blessed be God! Adieu! Follow me with your prayers.
“Ever yours,
“George Whitefield.”
Thus ended Whitefield’s eight years’ wanderings in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. During this interval, he had reached the zenith of his usefulness and fame. His health was now broken; and, though he lived for seven years afterwards, he, comparatively speaking, continued to be, what Wesley called him, a “worn-out” man.
SIXTH VISIT TO AMERICA.
June 4, 1763, to July 8, 1765.
WHITEFIELD’S voyage to America was long, but pleasant. Nearly twelve weeks were spent upon the ocean. His letters will best display his feelings.