_To the Same._
_Bethesda, April 20, 1770._
_My very dear Sir_,
TO my very great joy, a few days ago I received your kind letters with all the papers. Give peace in our time, O LORD! We enjoy a little heaven upon earth here. With regret I go northward, as far as _Philadelphia_ at least, next _Monday_. Though I am persuaded, as the house is now altered, I should be cooler here, during the summer’s heat, than at any other place I know of, where I used to go. I should be glad to treat you with some of the produce of our colony, which is much earlier than yours. The audits, &c. sent with this, be pleased to communicate to all my real friends. You have certainly determined quite right in a late affair. Every thing concurs to shew me, that _Bethesda_ affairs must go on as yet in their old channel. A few months may open strange scenes. O for a spirit of love and moderation on all sides, and on both sides the water! I wish some books might be procured for our infant library. But more of this in my next. Letters may now be sent by way of _Boston_, _New York_, and _Philadelphia_. I should be glad to hear often, if it be but a line. In all probability I shall not return hither till _November_. Was ever any man blest with such a sett of skilful, peaceful, laborious helpers! O _Bethesda_, my _Bethel_, my _Peniel_! My happiness is inconceivable. A few hundreds, besides what is already devoted, would finish all. I do not in the least doubt. I have had nine or ten prizes lately. You know what I mean. Nine or ten orphans have been lately taken in. _Hallelujah! hallelujah!_ Let Chapel, Tabernacle, heaven, and earth, rebound with _Hallelujah_! I can no more. My heart is too big to speak or add more, than my old name,
Less than the least of all,