_To the Same._
_Charles-Town, March 17, 1755._
_Dear Mrs. C――――_,
HAD I wings like a dove, how often would I have fled to _Bethesda_
since my departure from it. I could almost say, that the few last
hours I was there, were superior in satisfaction to any hours I ever
enjoyed. But I must go about my heavenly Father’s business.――For this,
I am a poor but willing pilgrim, and give up all that is near and
dear to me on this side eternity.――This week I expect to embark in
the _Friendship_, Captain _Ball_; but am glad of the letters from
_Bethesda_ before I go.――They made me weep, and caused me to throw
myself prostrate before a prayer-hearing and promise-keeping GOD.――He
will give strength, he will give power. Fear not; you are now I believe
where the LORD would have you be, and all will be well.――I repose
the utmost confidence in you, under GOD, and verily believe that I
shall not be disappointed of my hope.――I should have been glad if the
apples had been sent in the boat; they would have been useful in the
voyage.――But JESUS can stay me with better apples.――May you and all my
dear family have plenty of these! I imagine it will not be long before
I return from _England_. Now _Bethesda_ would be pleasant. GOD make
it more and more so to you and to all. I can only recommend you in the
most endearing manner to the ever-blessed JESUS, and my unworthy vile
self to your continual prayers, as being, dear Mrs. _C――――_,
Yours most affectionately in our blessed LORD,
_G. W._
_P. S._ I hope that one of the players is snatched as a brand out of
the burning. Grace! grace!