_To Mr. G――――._
_London, June 10, 1756._
_My very dear Friend_,
WHAT shall I say? Had I wings, how gladly would I fly to my dear _America_? But alas! the glittering sword is now unsheathed, and I fear it would not be proper for me to cross the water now. However, all the provinces are continually upon my heart: night and day do I remember them before GOD. Satan hath been angry with me for appearing for my JESUS, my King, and my country. If you examine the _Gazette_ for the latter end of _April_, or beginning of _May_, you will see what it hath produced. My life hath been threatened, but we are immortal till our work is done. A new building is now erecting at the other end of the town, the top-stone of which, I trust, will be brought forth with shoutings, and we shall cry Grace! grace! People are rather more eager than ever to hear the word. I remark what you say about _Georgia_, and shall talk with Mr. _D――――_. The good LORD JESUS direct you in every step! What if you went and lived at _Bethesda_, and took all my outward affairs upon your hands, and furnished the family with all it wanted. Glad should I be of such a steward, and of such a steward’s wife as I know dear Mrs. _G――――_ would prove. Poor _P――――_ hath served me as others before him have done. GOD keep us from that prosperity which destroyeth! In all time of our wealth, good LORD deliver us! Let me hear from you concerning _Bethesda_. Watch and pray. I send most cordial respects to you and yours, and all dear friends that are so kind to enquire after, my very dear Sir,
Yours most affectionately in our common LORD,