_To Mr. Wm. G――――._
_Waterford, August 3, 1748._
_My dear little Man_,
I Do not forget the promise I made you when in town. As a proof of it, I snatch a few moments to send you a line. How will it find you? May I answer for you? Upon the stretch for GOD, and giving diligence to make your calling and election sure. O that there may be always in you such a mind! You know how many once did run well; but the devil and the world working upon their wicked hearts, have hindered them. Alas! how is their gold become dim, and their fine gold changed! Let him that thinketh he stands take heed lest he fall. Be jealous of yourself, and hang continually on the LORD JESUS. You are now growing up, and are about to launch into a wicked world. You know how strangely satan will tempt you to love it. Nothing can keep you, but the mighty power of GOD. Ask, and you shall have it exerted in your behalf. I could enlarge, but have not time. Perhaps next week I may be in _London_. The LORD JESUS has blessed my being in the country. The fields are white, ready unto harvest. My love to your sister. May she be a _Ruth_. For the present I must bid you farewel, after having subscribed myself,
Yours, &c. _G. W._