LETTER MLXX.

_To Mr. O――――._

_Bohemia, December 27, 1754._

_Very dear Sir_,

HOW condescending is true Friendship! And how does love, founded upon

the love of GOD, like its blessed Author, delight to stoop to its

beloved object! Your kind letter, which I received last week from

worthy Governor _B――――_, is a proof of this. An affection, a reciprocal

affection something like your own, would have constrained me to answer

it sooner, but travelling and preaching (my old excuse) have prevented

me. At length I am got into _Maryland_, and into a family, out of which,

I trust, five have been born of GOD. Gladly would I spend this whole

day in deep humiliation and prayer: for I am now forty years of age. Fy

upon me, fy upon me. Alas! how little have I done for JESUS! O that my

head was water! O that my eyes were fountains of tears! What mercies,

what infinite mercies have I received! What poor returns have I made!

Behold, I am vile! Am not I treating you like a friend, even like a

_Boston_ friend, my dear Sir? Yes, I am; and since you commanded me,

I will. Your letter bespeaks you to be worthy of that sacred name, and

to be acquainted with that which few, very few know any thing about; I

mean the delicacies of true disinterested friendship. This is a secret

that none but beloved disciples are let into. May you always remain

in the number of these, and when you are leaning on that bosom, where

all that is lovely centers, may you have a heart to remember one who

is called to travel, whilst you are acting in another sphere for GOD!

Blessed be his name, heaven is at the end of the journey. Happy Mrs.

_L――――_! she hath had a speedy translation. May my latter end be like

hers! How ought such events to teach us to converse when together, that

if we should be called before the next intended meeting, we might have

no trifling conversation to reflect upon. To-morrow, GOD willing, I

move again. Ere long my last remove will come; a remove into endless

bliss, where with you and all the redeemed of the LORD, I trust you

will see, very dear Sir,

Your most obliged, affectionate friend,

and ready servant for CHRIST’s sake,

_G. W._

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