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 LETTER DCXXVII.

To Mrs. S.

Bath-Town, North-Carolina, Oct. 6, 1747, Dear Madam,  BE pleased to accept this, as a token that you are not forgotten by me;—no, I loved your deceased husband, I honour and pray for his dear and sorrowful relict. I would give you that advice, dear Madam, which I believe he would do, was he to rise from his grave, "Make sure of a, and give the no rest, till you can say, my maker is my husband, the  of Hosts is his name." What have you now to do, Madam, but to make sure of a ? You are desolate, why should you not put your trust in the ? Widows, godly ministers widows, are 's peculiar care. O that you may have reason to say, "It is good for me that I have been afflicted." Now is your time to learn 's law. Come to, Madam, close with him, and give him your whole heart. I need not tell you, that he will make you happy. He has made me so, even me the chief of sinners. As such be pleased to pray for, dear Madam, Your real, affectionate friend and servant, G. W.     LETTER DCXXVIII. To Mrs. A.

Bath-Town, North-Carolina, Oct. 6, 1747.

Dear Madam,

BE where I will, the puts you upon my heart. I often think you happy, because you are so circumstanced that you must necessarily drink of the waters of life at the fountain head. It drinks sweetest from thence. Communion with 's children is sweet; but communion with himself is infinitely sweeter. The woman of Samaria found it so. When the disciples came and interrupted her fellowship with their master, she left her water pot and went her way. Blessed be, that happy time is coming when we shall enjoy both him and his without interruption. Till