LETTER CXLV.

_Upper Marlborough, Dec. 8, 1739._

_Dear Sir_,

I Cannot defer writing to dear Mr. _N――――_ any longer.――This afternoon

GOD brought us hither. Some are solicitous for my staying here

to-morrow. As it seems to be a call from providence, I have complied

with their request. Oh that I may be enabled to lift up my voice like

a trumpet, and to speak with the demonstration of the spirit and with

power. These parts are in a dead sleep. At _Anapolis_, I preached

twice, and spoke home to some ladies concerning the vanity of their

false politeness. But alas, they are wedded to their _Quadrille_ and

_Ombre_. The minister of the place was under convictions――He wept

twice, and earnestly begged my prayers. He will not frighten people I

believe with harsh doctrine,――he loves to prophesy smooth things.――GOD

blessed the word wonderfully at _Philadelphia_. I have great reason

to think many are brought home to GOD. When I return, it will then be

seen, who has received the word into an honest and good heart. By the

divine assistance, I propose revisiting _Philadelphia_, _New York_,

and to go as far as _Boston_, and so return to _Georgia_, before I

take shipping again for _England_――The LORD direct my going in his

way! About _May_ you may expect to see me. My dear friend, pray

that I may so improve the time of my absence, that at my return my

progress may be made known to all men. It shames me to see what little

proficiency I have made in the school of CHRIST. If I do not begin

to press forwards, how shall I appear before my blessed LORD? I feel

myself to be the chief of sinners; surely never was a greater instance

of redeeming distinguishing love. GOD forbid that I should glory in

any thing but free grace: had not GOD plucked me as a brand out of the

fire, I had now either been given over to a reprobate mind, or cast

into a place of torment. Oh help me, help me, _dearest Mr. N――――_,

help me to be thankful, and accept my thanks, though late, for all

favours received when at _New York_. Indeed I love you in the bowels

of our dear LORD JESUS. Salute your dear wife my kind hostess: exhort

her to be severely kind to her little boy.――My most cordial respects

attend all who ask after me. Entreat them to continue their prayers,

dearest Mr. _N――――_, for

Your weak, but affectionate friend, brother

and servant in CHRIST,

_G. W._

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