_To Mr. S――――._
_Beaufort, Port-Royal Island,
South-Carolina, May 26, 1754._
_My dear Friend_,
THROUGH the divine goodness, we are just now sailing into our harbour,
after having been six weeks from _Lisbon_.――Providentially a ship goes
out to-morrow for _Cowes_; I cannot omit the opportunity of sending you
a few friendly lines. They come from a friend, and leave him leaning
on Him who hath promised never to forsake those that put their trust
in him. Our passage hath been very easy, only our entrance into the
harbour (like our last struggle before we enter heaven) hath been
somewhat troublesome. May the LORD of all Lords give you, and yours,
and all my never to be forgotten _Yorkshire_ friends, an abundant
entrance there! I must not think of you too much; parting seasons would
come too fresh in my mind.――O blessed season, when we shall part no
more! Adieu, adieu. I hope to write soon again. My orphan-charge are
all quite well, and I hope in a few days to see them safe at _Georgia_.
I know whose company would be acceptable to all there; but,――Father thy
will be done! I can no more. Accept this as a token of love unfeigned,
from, my dear friend,
Yours for ever and ever, in our common LORD,
_G. W._