_To the Same._
_London, May 10, 1739._ _Dear Mr. H――――_,
THE hour for my imprisonment is not yet come. I am not fit as yet to be so highly honoured. GOD only knows the treachery of my heart; but amidst all my late success, I have scarce felt one self-complacent thought. I speak this to the honour of GOD’s free grace. In about three weeks, GOD willing, we embark for _Pensilvania_. The trustees have granted to me land and every thing upon my own terms; the officers and general are exceeding kind to my friend _Habersham_ upon my account, so that all things succeed beyond my expectations. I am sorry to hear of Mr. _W――――_’s conduct――Poor man! The love of money is rooted in his heart. Where is the honesty he so much boasts of and relies on? Does not this more and more convince you that nothing but a true faith in JESUS CHRIST will enable you to act aright? However, he is not to be envyed. I pity him. Money, thus got, will never prosper. I rejoice that you and your spouse are content. I wish you both may have JESUS CHRIST formed in your hearts, and am
Ever, ever yours, &c.