LETTER DXCIX.
To Mr. B.
Philadelphia, June 6, 1747.
My very dear Friend,
I Love you dearly, and therefore must, though in much weakness, send you a line. It informs you of my being sick, but withal of the Lord's comforting me, and causing me to triumph over the king of terrors. Mr. B I suppose, ere this reaches you, will let you know that the word has run, and hath been glorified in Mary-land. Satan has attempted to stop the progress of the everlasting gospel in Virginia; but I believe he has overshot himself. How can it be otherwise? Since eternal Truth hath said, "The Seed of the woman shall bruise the serpent's head." I hope you find this true, by the daily conquest you get over the corruptions of your heart. Remember who hath promised to make you more than conqueror through his love. Our kind respects attend dear Mrs. B, your son, and daughter, and all friends. O that we may meet grown in grace, and the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. I subscribe myself, very dear Mr. B,
Yours most affectionately in Christ, G. W.
LETTER DC. To the Reverend Mr. S.
Philadelphia, June 23, 1747.
Reverend and dear Sir,
SINCE my last, I have been several times on the verge of eternity. To-day I have got a few more spirits. I would improve them in answering your kind letter, which I received yesterday. I am obliged to Charles-Town friends: their example will certainly influence many here. Something is upon the anvil. Particulars expect in my next. To-morrow, God willing, I set out for New-York, to see if I can gain strength. At present I am so weak, that I cannot preach.—'Tis hard work to be silent; but I must be tried every way. Friends are exceeding kind. What is the best of all, the
