ensuing Summer. Pen cannot well describe, how white the fields have been, and how ready to harvest, in Wales, Scotland, and the North of England. I could sometimes scarce tell, whether I was in or out of the body. Grace! grace! I am now in Winter quarters, where our Lord gives us fresh conquests, gained by his word every day. We do not dispute, but love. I find more and more that truth is great; and however seemingly crush'd for a while, will in the end prevail. But there must be a kind of death upon every promise, and upon every thing that is done for God. Thus hath it been with Georgia and Bethesda. O that we may learn to wait! Then shall we certainly see the salvation of God. I pity our dear friends in Charles-Town. O God, how great are thy judgments, as well as thy mercies! May they hear the rod, and who hath appointed it! My soul is distressed for them. May this severe correction make them truly great! When you send any thing to Savannah, I should be obliged to you, if you would send a few things to Bethesda. Our Lord will bless you for it. I hope there are now above twenty negroes at work upon the new plantation. May the Lord Jesus convert them, and every other member of my family! And O that I may be converted myself more and more every day and hour! I am ashamed of my being such a dwarf in religion, and of my having so little of the mind of Christ. I hope you, my dear old friend, do find his grace sufficient for you, to keep your heart above the world, and continually alive to God. My prayer for you is, that you may have power to get wealth, and grace to improve it for the Redeemer's glory, and his people's good: then you will be rich for both worlds, and God, even your own God, will give you and yours his blessing. Why do you not write to dear Mr. S? He is a heavenly-minded man indeed, and my bosom friend. I suppose Mr. D will acquaint you of my having been at his house; we are kind friends still: he and his very much regard you. What cannot God do? How faithful is he to those, who "seek first his kingdom, and the righteousness thereof." Let these words be written over your store-house door; or rather let them be written on the table of your heart. I can add no more. A variety of business demands my attention. My dear man, farewel. Had I wings, I would fly
