_To the Reverend Mr. G――――._
_New-York, Deuteronomy 18, 1763._
_Reverend and very dear Sir_,
BLESSED be GOD, I am better in health than when I wrote last. Preaching
thrice a week agrees pretty well with me this cold season of the year.
I am apt to believe my disorder will be periodical. It was so with
Mr. _Postwick_, who is now with GOD. Our turn must come by and by.
Who would have thought Mr. _Robert Scot_ would have went off so soon?
LORD, what is man? O to be always ready! O for thousands to go forth
to alarm a drowsy world! _New-Jersey_ college is a blessed nursery; one
of the purest perhaps in the universe. The worthy President and three
tutors, are all bent upon making the students both saints and scholars.
I was lately there for a week. The Redeemer vouchsafed to own the word
preached. Some said it was like old times. Prejudices in this place
have most strangely subsided. The better sort flock as eagerly as the
common people, and are fond of coming for private gospel conversation.
This is all of grace. O for an humble and thankful heart! Perhaps I may
soon go to _Boston_. I know you will pray that the glorious _Emmanuel_
may accompany me in all my removes. That this may be the happy lot
of your whole self, and of all dear enquiring friends, is the hearty
prayer of, reverend and very dear Sir,
Yours, theirs, &c. &c. in JESUS,
_G. W._
_P. S._ I wrote to Mr. _Niven_ last week.