_To Mr. F――――._
_Virginia, January 17, 1755._
_My dear Mr. F――――_,
I HOPE that this will find you safely arrived at _Philadelphia_,
from your northward expedition, and ready to come further southwards.
This leaves me in my last _Virginia_ stage, near the borders of
_North-Carolina_. People as I came along have been very willing to
attend on my feeble labours, and I hope that some real good hath been
done. If this be effected, it matters little how the labourer himself
may be sometimes fatigued.
His presence doth my pains beguile,
And makes the wilderness to smile.
Lovely delusion this! Living, dying, and after death I hope to be
possessed of it. I have seen your _Epitaph_. Believe on JESUS, and get
a feeling possession of GOD in your heart, and you cannot possibly be
disappointed of your expected second edition, finely corrected, and
infinitely amended. _Verbum sapienti sat est._ I could say more, but
time is short. Glad shall I be to wait on you and Mr. _H――――_ at the
Orphan-house. I send you both my cordial respects, and praying that you
may have what good Colonel _G――――r_ once wished me, “A thriving soul in
a healthy body,” I subscribe myself, my dear Sir,
Your affectionate, obliged friend and ready servant,
_G. W._