_To the Same._
_Bethesda, April 6, 1770._
_My very dear Sir_,
I AM waiting here for a brig that is to carry me northward, and for
a letter and news from _England_. Your last was dated, _November 2_:
several months have intervened. I now almost despair of hearing from
you again, till my arrival at _Boston_. But I hope that you and all
remember us more frequently than you write. You are daily remembered
at a throne of grace. How glad would many be to see our _Goshen_,
our _Bethel_, our _Bethesda_! Never did I enjoy such domestic peace,
comfort, and joy during my whole pilgrimage. It is unspeakable, it
is full of glory. Peace, peace unutterable attends our paths, and a
pleasing prospect of increasing, useful prosperity is continually
rising to our view. I have lately taken six poor children, and, GOD
willing, purpose to add greatly to their number. Dear Mr. _D――――n_ and
his wife are to sail the beginning of next month in the _Britannia_,
Captain _Dean_, bound for _Portsmouth_. We part with great respect.
Fain would I retain such an old tried disinterested friend in the
service of the sanctuary, and near my person. But what scheme to
pursue, I know not, being so uncertain as to the path which I shall
be called to take. A few months will determine: perhaps a few weeks.
More particulars expect by the _Britannia_. In the mean while, I can
only recommend you all to the blessed JESUS, and the word of his grace,
and entreat the continuance of your prayers in behalf of, my very dear
friend,
Less than the least of all,
_G. W._