_To Mr. B――――, in Pensylvania._
_Charles-Town, July 18, 1740._
_My dear Brother_,
PRAISE the LORD, O my soul! Our glorious _Emmanuel_ seems to have
girt his sword upon his thigh, and to be riding on from conquering to
conquer. He gets himself the victory in _Philadelphia_. He is getting
himself the victory in _Charles-Town_ also. Indeed a glorious work is
begun, and carrying on here. Many souls are awakened to a sense of the
divine life.――The alteration in the people since I came here at first,
is surprizing. I preach twice a day, generally, either in town or in
the villages around. The commissary shoots out his arrows, even bitter
words. He hath denied me the sacrament, and cited me to appear before
him and his court; I was obliged to appeal home. O my dear brother,
pray that I may be humble and of a child-like spirit. Every day GOD
shews me fresh instances of his love. Here are some faithful ministers
amongst the baptists. One of them, Mr. _C――――_, has wrote to you; pray
answer him. Some time next month I hope to be at _New England_, and to
return to you according to promise. Be pleased to salute the brethren
in my name. Indeed I honour and love you in the bowels of JESUS CHRIST.
O that I was worthy of your acquaintance! But I am not. All that I can
say is, that I will endeavour to approve myself
Your affectionate friend, brother, and servant in CHRIST,
_G. W._