after my arrival;—he gave me no hopes. The person that was fixed upon, declined it. Several of the large congregations
in London, besides many more in the country, are without pastors: they are obliged to make use of our preachers. O that the Lord of the harvest may thrust out more labourers into his harvest! Who can tell but some ministers may be raised up at Bethesda? At Midsummer the King takes Georgia into his own hands: blessed be God for sending me over at such a juncture. He hath given me already good success concerning Mr. B's scheme. I am come to a determination, if I can dispose of Providence plantation, to carry all my strength to the Orphan-house. May the Lord Jesus prosper more and more this work of our hands upon us! Prosper thou, O God, this handy work! I trust he will. I could enlarge, but have not time. You may expect to hear from me again by Dr. B, whom I expect to see next week. Your Rapin is bought, and shall be sent with the other; I thank you for the loan of it, and for all other favours. The God whom I serve, will richly reward both you, and all my other dear Charles-Town friends. My very dear Sir, cease not to pray for
Your most affectionate, obliged friend, and ready servant for Christ's sake, G. W.
LETTER DCCCCXIV. To Mr. T.
My dear Mr. T, London, June 4, 1752.
I Doubt not of your being directed in your late choice. If we acknowledge God in all our ways, he hath promised to direct our paths. I pity poor Carolina. But what shall we say? Jesus may do what he will with his own. I must look out for a tutor for my orphans. When our Lord's time is come, some one or other will be stirred up to care for these sheep in yonder wilderness. Blessed be God, it begins to smile. You will see by the inclosed, what a prospect I have of providing for Bethesda's future support. The letter was sent me by Mr. J B, a worthy christian planter, who is lately come from Carolina to settle in Georgia. He was
