_To the Rev. Mr. Z―――― M――――._
_Boston, Sept. 28, 1740._
_Reverend and dear Brother_,
I Received――I felt your letter. Surely there is a sympathy between
souls that have drank into the same spirit. GOD willing, I purpose to
come and see you; and will endeavour to send you timely notice: but oh
do not expect too great things from me; for if you do, who knows but
my LORD may desert me; and then what am I? Excuse the brevity of this.
So many persons come to me under convictions, and for advice, that I
have scarce time to eat bread. Wonderful things are doing here. The
word runs like lightning. _Dagon_ daily falls before the ark. I know
you will, in spirit, pray that a due sense of his own vileness may be
continually given to
Your affectionate, though unworthy, brother and servant
in our glorious _Emmanuel_,
_G. W._