_To Mr. W――――y._
_Philadelphia, September. 29, 1763._
_My dear Mr. W――――y_,
_EBENEZER!_ Hitherto the LORD hath helped! I have been here above a
week; but still an invalid.
Strange, that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long!
Poor _Wright_ is taking his _American_ seasoning. He hath the ague and
fever. This prevents his writing. Inform his relations of it. He wants
for nothing. When you write, mention nothing but what relates to the
eternal world. I have no thoughts to throw away on the trifling things
of time. Tender love to all that are travelling to the _New-Jerusalem_.
There, if no sooner, we shall meet and praise the never-failing
_Emmanuel_, for whose great name’s sake I subscribe myself,
Yours, &c.
_G. W._