_To Mr. R――――._
_Philadelphia, August 7, 1754._
_My dear Mr. R――――_,
I ONCE thought to write you a long letter, but it pleased GOD to cut off my strength in my journey. Yesterday I was taken with a violent cholera morbus, and hoped ere now to have been where the inhabitants shall no more say, “I am sick.” But I am brought back again. May it be in order to bring some more precious souls to the ever-blessed JESUS! This is all my desire. O that GOD should ever make use of such a worthless creature as I am! But his grace is free, he yet blesses me, and rather more than ever. My poor labours, seem to be owned here, as well as at _New-York_. I received the sacrament at church on _Sunday_, and have preached in the academy; but I find Mr. _Tennent_’s house abundantly more commodious. I fear it will be impossible for me to come your way. This is the believer’s comfort, all GOD’s people shall meet in heaven. There I hope to see you and yours. Accept hearty love, and fail not to pray for, my dear Mr. _R――――_,
Yours most affectionately,