177. Letter Mcxl.
LETTER MCXL.
T o Mr. G――.
London, June 10, 1756.
My very dear Friend, WHAT shall I say? Had I wings, how gladly would I fly to my dear
America? But alas! the glittering sword is now unsheathed, and I fear it would not be proper for me to cross the water now. However, all the provinces are continually upon my heart: night and day do I remember them before God. Satan hath been angry with me for appearing for my Jesus, my
King, and my country. If you examine the Gazette for the latter end of April, or beginning of May, you will see what it hath produced. My life hath been threatened, but we are immortal till our work is done. A new building is now erecting at the other end of the town, the top-stone of which, I trust, will be brought forth with shoutings, and we shall cry Grace! grace! People are rather more eager than ever to hear the word. I remark what you say about Georgia, and shall talk with Mr. D――. The good Lord Jesus direct you in every step! What if you went and lived at Bethesda, and took all my
outward affairs upon your hands, and furnished the family with all it wanted. Glad should I be of such a steward, and of such a steward's wife as I know dear Mrs. G―― would prove. Poor P―― hath served me as others before him have done. God keep us from that prosperity which destroyeth!
In all time of our wealth, good Lord deliver us! Let me hear from you concerning Bethesda. Watch and pray. I send most cordial respects to you and yours, and all dear friends that are so kind to enquire after, my very dear Sir, Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,
G. W.