_To Mr. ――――._
_Kilrush, (Ireland) Nov. 16, 1738._ _Dear Mr. ――――_,
I Have not forgot you; and as a proof of it, send you this to acquaint you of my safe arrival here. I know you will rejoice and give thanks, and pray that my coming to _London_ may be in the fulness of the blessing of the gospel of peace. GOD has done for me more abundantly than I could dare ask or think. The seed of the glorious gospel has taken root in the _American_ ground, and, I hope, will grow up into a great tree. By my friends prayers I believe it hath been planted. Oh that they may continue to water it with the same means, and then our great GOD will give it an effectual increase.――I hope to see you in a few days at my old lodgings, and to rejoice with you for what GOD has done for our souls. Indeed, I have felt his power; I have tasted and known of a truth, that the LORD is gracious! _America_, infant _Georgia_, is an excellent soil for christianity; you cannot live there without taking up a daily cross. Therefore, I shall hasten back as soon as possible after _Christmas_. Oh! that, in the mean while, I may be enabled to be instant in season and out of season, and preach with demonstration of the spirit, and with power! Methinks I see Mr. ―――― lifting up his eyes towards heaven, and silently saying, Amen.――I hope you will excuse Mr. _D._’s letter. I have forgot his house, though not his person and his love. No, all your kindnesses, O my friends, are engraven upon my heart, and I trust will never be forgotten by, dear Sir,
Your affectionate friend and humble Servant,