_To Mr. S――――._
_Portsmouth (New-Hampshire), October 24, 1754._
_My very dear Sir_,
ABOUT a month ago I wrote you a few lines from the _New-Jersies_.
Since that I am advanced about three hundred miles further northward.
But what have I seen? _Dagon_ falling every where before the ark;
enemies silenced, or made to own the finger of GOD; and the friends of
JESUS triumphing in his glorious conquest. At _Boston_ a most lovely
scene hath opened. In the morning before seven o’clock, though the
meeting-houses will hold about four thousand, yet many were obliged to
go away, and I was helped in through the window. The prospect is most
promising indeed. In the country a like scene opens; I am enabled to
preach always twice, and sometimes thrice a day. Thousands flock to
hear, and JESUS manifests forth his glory. I know you will rejoice, and
join in crying Grace! grace! I am now come to the end of my _northward_
line, and in a day or two purpose to turn back, in order to preach
all the way to _Georgia_. It is about a sixteen hundred miles journey.
JESUS is able to carry me through. Into his almighty and all-gracious
hands I commend my spirit. I hope to write to you in the way. Gladly
would I embark now for _England_, but I shall leave my _American_
business but half done, if I come over now. LORD, help me! How little
can I do for thee! And the little I can do, alas! with what a mixture
of corruption and infirmities is it attended. Behold I am vile.
Increase my obligations, my very dear Sir, by continuing to pray for
Yours most affectionately in our common LORD,
_G. W._