LETTER DCLXXXII.

_To Mr. H――――._

_Edinburgh, Sept. 21, 1748._

AND could my very dear Mr. _H――――_ think, that when he was out of

sight he was out of mind? No, my dear friend, I believe it will never

be so with you and me. By this time, I hope Mr. _D――――_’s letter

from _Bermudas_, or the letters sent you from thence by way of

_Philadelphia_, will inform you, that I wrote several parting letters

to you and many other friends, and sent you bills of exchange to the

amount of _eighty pounds_ sterling; but, with my letter, books, and

several other things, I find they are taken. Of this Mr. _D――――_ writes

me lately. As there is now peace, and a commerce opened with _Spain_,

I hope the new settlers will be disturbed no more. Courage, my dear

man, courage. Surely we shall yet live to see the salvation of GOD

in _Georgia_. I am glad Mr. _Fairweather_ hath been at _Bethesda_.

Whatever has happened, do your best for me in respect to my family.

Next year you may see me again. But more of this hereafter. The LORD

is exceeding good to me. Great things are doing in _England_; and the

LORD is blessing me more and more in _Scotland_. This morning, I hear

a gentlewoman has left me an hundred pounds. If so, fifty shall be paid

for you on the Orphan-house account, to Mr. _N――――_, and as much more

as I can spare, as soon as possible.――I have paid Mr. _J――――_ thirty

pounds sterling. But what does my wife tell me in her letter received

this day, about your losing some favourite creature? Is it your wife,

or your little daughter? Well, my dear friend, you and I must be made

perfect through sufferings; you and I must learn to walk by faith. May

the Father of Mercies comfort your heart, and abundantly supply the

want of every creature, by communications from his own eternal Self.

O pray write to me. Let me bear part of your sorrows, and thereby shew

myself your friend. If my wife is embarked ere this arrives, I beg you

would open all parcels that are sent to your care, and act as usual for

my family. My tender love to all. You will not cease praying, dear Mr.

_H――――_, for

Ever yours, &c.

_G. W._

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