_To Mrs. P――――._
_New-Town, (Maryland) May 6, 1747._
_Dear Mrs. P――――_,
I Must refrain no longer from returning you thanks for two or three
kind letters with which you have favoured me. They seemed to speak
the language of a heart concerned for _Zion_’s glory. Well! Blessed
are they that mourn for those who will not mourn for themselves,
verily they shall be comforted. Blessed are they who are enabled to
walk with GOD in a declining day;――they shall shine hereafter with a
distinguished lustre. Thus _Enoch_ did,――and _Enoch_ was remarkably
honoured.――“He was not, for GOD took him.”――But shall the harps of
_Boston_ Christians be always hanging on the willows? No; JESUS will
not be always chiding. He that has brought on this pleasant Spring,
after so hard a Winter, can thaw men’s hearts, and cause the turtle
once more to be heard in the land. Hasten that time, O blessed LORD!――I
hope you will keep close to your prayer-days. I have received the
memorials from dear Mr. _P――――_, and shall disperse them. I should
be glad of a line from him. How are his dear daughters, and the other
members of your society? I do not forget you, indeed I do not. If
affection guided me, you would soon see me; but the people in these
Southern parts are like people that have no shepherd. Surely I ought
to go out after them. To-day I have had a sweet season. People are very
ready to hear, and the word seems to fasten in some souls. Follow me
with your prayers. Remember me to your husband, and to all, in the most
cordial manner, and believe me to be
Your very affectionate friend, and willing servant for
CHRIST’s sake,
_G. W._