_To Mr. B――――, in Pensylvania._
_Charles-Town, July 18, 1740._ _My dear Brother_,
PRAISE the LORD, O my soul! Our glorious _Emmanuel_ seems to have girt his sword upon his thigh, and to be riding on from conquering to conquer. He gets himself the victory in _Philadelphia_. He is getting himself the victory in _Charles-Town_ also. Indeed a glorious work is begun, and carrying on here. Many souls are awakened to a sense of the divine life.――The alteration in the people since I came here at first, is surprizing. I preach twice a day, generally, either in town or in the villages around. The commissary shoots out his arrows, even bitter words. He hath denied me the sacrament, and cited me to appear before him and his court; I was obliged to appeal home. O my dear brother, pray that I may be humble and of a child-like spirit. Every day GOD shews me fresh instances of his love. Here are some faithful ministers amongst the baptists. One of them, Mr. _C――――_, has wrote to you; pray answer him. Some time next month I hope to be at _New England_, and to return to you according to promise. Be pleased to salute the brethren in my name. Indeed I honour and love you in the bowels of JESUS CHRIST. O that I was worthy of your acquaintance! But I am not. All that I can say is, that I will endeavour to approve myself
Your affectionate friend, brother, and servant in CHRIST,