O that I may begin to work for Him, who bled and died for me! To his most tender mercies do I humbly recommend your Ladyship, and beg leave, from the very bottom of my heart, to subscribe myself, ever-honoured Madam,
Your Ladyship's most dutiful, obliged and
chearful servant, for Christ's sake,
G. W.
LETTER DCCCCV. To the Reverend Mr. T.
My very dear Friend, London, Aug. 29, 1751.
AT length the struggle is over;—I have been dying daily for some time, in taking leave of friends; and this afternoon I expect to go on board the Antelope, Captain Maclelan, bound for Georgia, with Germans.—I take several children with me.—Surely you will see the American land.—Mr. E, with your other friends, seem to concur in thinking that a little travelling would do you service.—May the Lord direct and bless you! Will you not write to me by Cowan? If my dear friend Mr. P could speak to that brewer that is so well disposed, and he or any other would send in Cowan a little good beer, it would be acceptable in yonder wilderness.—Pray what says Mr. W? If he should agree to go over, Mr. W R may be applied to for cash.—I have several sweet little ones to put under his care;—God's will be done in this also! He reigneth, that is my unspeakable consolation.—By next ship I believe will come a parcel directed to Mr. T, with a folio book, and an hundred pictures of Aaron the Indian preacher, from good Lady H, who is yet but poorly.—Sixty may be disposed of among Edinburgh friends, and forty sent to Mr. M. The book you are to peruse, and then it must go with the pictures to Glasgow.—Be pleased to apprize Mr. T of it, and desire him to send me a line by Cowan.—If possible, I will answer Mr. B before we leave the Downs. My tender love and thanks await your dear father, family, and all friends. The Lord be with you all, Amen and Amen! My horses sold for fourteen pounds. God reward my benefactors! Perhaps Mr. T and Dr. Doddridge may go off about the same time. I præ sequar. Mr. H is better. And now, my dear Sir, farewel! Be strong
