_To the Same._
_Bethesda, April 20, 1770._
_My very dear Sir_,
TO my very great joy, a few days ago I received your kind letters
with all the papers. Give peace in our time, O LORD! We enjoy a
little heaven upon earth here. With regret I go northward, as far as
_Philadelphia_ at least, next _Monday_. Though I am persuaded, as the
house is now altered, I should be cooler here, during the summer’s
heat, than at any other place I know of, where I used to go. I should
be glad to treat you with some of the produce of our colony, which is
much earlier than yours. The audits, &c. sent with this, be pleased to
communicate to all my real friends. You have certainly determined quite
right in a late affair. Every thing concurs to shew me, that _Bethesda_
affairs must go on as yet in their old channel. A few months may open
strange scenes. O for a spirit of love and moderation on all sides, and
on both sides the water! I wish some books might be procured for our
infant library. But more of this in my next. Letters may now be sent
by way of _Boston_, _New York_, and _Philadelphia_. I should be glad
to hear often, if it be but a line. In all probability I shall not
return hither till _November_. Was ever any man blest with such a sett
of skilful, peaceful, laborious helpers! O _Bethesda_, my _Bethel_, my
_Peniel_! My happiness is inconceivable. A few hundreds, besides what
is already devoted, would finish all. I do not in the least doubt. I
have had nine or ten prizes lately. You know what I mean. Nine or ten
orphans have been lately taken in. _Hallelujah! hallelujah!_ Let Chapel,
Tabernacle, heaven, and earth, rebound with _Hallelujah_! I can no more.
My heart is too big to speak or add more, than my old name,
Less than the least of all,
_G. W._