_To Mr. P――――._
_Philadelphia, June 5, 1747._
_Very Dear Sir_,
THOUGH this frail nature of mine has lately received several very great
shocks, yet I cannot, if strength admits, omit writing you a line. Glad
was I when I came to town, to hear by Captain _G――――_ that you was so
far recovered, as to be able once more to go to the house of GOD. I
heartily wish you, dear Sir, what the noble Colonel _Gardiner_ once
wished me, “A thriving soul in a healthy body.” Or however it may be
with the one, I earnestly pray that the other may prosper. Sickness is
often made use of as a means, in the hands of an all-gracious Father,
to ripen our graces and fit us for heaven. Through grace, I can say it
is good for me to be sick, though I am afraid I am too impatient to be
gone. Well! He that cometh, will come, and cannot tarry long: till then
may I be resigned, and work the works of him that sent me whilst it is
day, before the night cometh when no man can work. I could proceed, but
indeed, dear Sir, strength faileth me. However, I hope to see you and
my other dear _Charles-Town_ friends in _November_. O that till then
we may every moment grow in grace and in the knowledge of JESUS CHRIST.
I would write to many, but weakness forbids. I must refer you to Mr.
_S――――_ for particulars concerning me. My dear yoke-fellow joins in
sending cordial respects to yourself and all friends. Neither you nor
they are forgotten by, very dear Sir,
Yours, &c.
_G. W._