LETTER DCXII.

_To the Rev. Mr. G. T――――._

_New-York, Aug. 29, 1747._

_Rev. and very dear Sir_,

NOT want of love, but of leisure, has prevented my writing to you for

some time past. Blessed be GOD, I can now send you good news from the

Northward. My reception at _Boston_, and elsewhere in _New-England_,

was like unto the first. Arrows of conviction fled and stuck fast. Many,

I hear, were wounded. Congregations were rather larger than ever, and

opposers mouths were stopped. Will you now take another trip? I believe

it would be blest to the good of your own and many other souls. I would

be more particular, did I not expect to see you next week. I am better

in health than when I left _New-York_. GOD gives me grace to spend

it to the utmost in the Redeemer’s service. I am determined in his

strength, to die fighting, though it be upon my stumps. I trust you

pray for me. I remember you and your flock. I salute all tenderly, and

am, Rev. and very dear Sir,

Your most affectionate younger brother and servant in

JESUS CHRIST,

_G. W._

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