_Off New-Romney, September 28._
STILL we are prisoners. But blessed be GOD, prisoners of hope! In GOD’s due time, the word of command will be, _Go forward_. I am sadly off for want of white biscuit. But GOD will supply every want. The boat is going, that came off with some eatables. Adieu. Tender love to all. Blessed be GOD, all is well! Cease not to pray for, my very dear friend,
Less than the least of all,