_To Mr. V――――._
_Boston, October 14, 1754._
_My very dear Friend_,
SURELY my coming here was of GOD. At _Rhode-Island_ I preached five times. People convened immediately, and flocked to hear more eagerly than ever. The same scene opens at _Boston_. Thousands waited for, and thousands attended on the word preached. At the _Old North_, at seven in the morning, we generally have three thousand hearers, and many cannot come in. Convictions I hear do fasten, and many souls are comforted. Doctor _S――――_ hath engaged me once to preach his lecture. The polite, I hear, are taken, and opposition falls. What art thou, O mountain? before our great _Zerubbabel_ thou shalt become a plain. I preach at the _Old_ and the _New North_. Mr. _P――――_ and Dr. _S――――_ continue to pray for me. A Governor for _Georgia_ being nominated, determines my way thither. O that I may always follow GOD, even a GOD in CHRIST! This week I set out for Mr. _S――――_’s. The door opens wider and wider. Pray tell Mr. _H――――_, that I left his horse a little lame at _Long-Island_, with one who is called in contempt _Saint Dick_. All hail such reproach! I could enlarge, but must away. Adieu. My hearty love awaits your whole self, and all who are so kind as to enquire after the chief of sinners, but for CHRIST’s sake, my very dear friend,
Yours, &c. in our glorious Head,