_To Mr. S―――― S――――._
_New-York, December 16, 1763._
_My very dear Friend_,
I SEE by what you have done lately for the tabernacle, that you do not
forget absent friends. I think you and yours are not forgotten by them,
neither I believe are forgotten by the Friend of all. He remembers us,
though he is advanced to so great a kingdom; remembers us in our low
estate, and remembers that we are but dust. What a blessing this to
worthless, ill and hell-deserving me! What a mercy, to meet with such
a friend in the latter stages of our road! Surely he is altogether
lovely. Having loved his own, he loves them to the end; witness his
yet continuing to own the feeble labours of an almost worn out pilgrim.
Every day the thirst for hearing the word increases, and the better
sort come home to hear more of it. I must now go soon to _New-England_.
Cold weather and a warm heart suit my tottering tabernacle best. The
ship is going. GOD bless you and yours! I hope that all related, and
all who are near and dear to you, are alive for GOD,――a GOD,――a GOD in
CHRIST; in whose great name, I beg leave to subscribe myself, my very
dear friend,
Yours, &c. &c.
_G. W._