_To Mr. D――――._
_New-York, Aug. 30, 1747._
MY dear brother _Daniel_, thou man greatly beloved, why weepest thou?
Why art thou so cast down? All is forgiven, all is forgotten long ago;
be strong, and GOD shall establish thy heart. Look up, and put thy
trust in the LORD. He is a merciful Redeemer; otherwise what could
worthless, ungrateful, unfruitful, ill, hell-deserving I do? O how
great is his love to us-ward! How kindly hath he brought me to
_New-York_! Pray let your mourning be turned into praise, and give
thanks to the LORD of all lords in behalf of your unworthy friend. You
are my old friend. I have loved thee, and do love thee with a peculiar
love. May the LORD increase thee more and more, even thee and thy
children! I send you and yours most cordial salutations. We set out,
GOD willing, to-morrow on our southern journey. I have good news from
the Orphan-house, and my new Plantation. Some negroes are brought under
conviction. Mr. _B――――_ was well the latter end of _July_. I shall take
care of his father’s letter. My dear yoke-fellow intends writing to you
soon. In the mean while accept hearty love from, yours as usual,
_G. W._