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 thorough work with it. Do not spare yourself in the least.—Now is the accepted time, and that it may be the day of salvation, is the earnest prayer of, dear Mr. B, Your obliged affectionate friend and servant in, G. W.     LETTER CXLVIII. To the Rev. Mr. G T.

My dear Brother,     Williamsburgh, Dec. 15, 1739.

BE not angry because you have not heard from me. Indeed I love and honour you in the bowels of. You are seldom out of my thoughts; but till now I have not had liberty given me, to send you a line—I trust the work goes on gloriously in your parts. The hand of the brought wondrous things to pass, before we left Pensilvania; but in these parts satan seems to lead people captive at his will. The distance of the plantations prevents people's assembling themselves together.—Here are no great towns, as in other provinces, and the commonalty is made up of Negroes and convicts, and if they pretend to serve, their masters, Pharaoh like, cry out, "Ye are idle, ye are idle." Last night I read the affecting account of your brother John; let me die, O, the death of that righteous man, and let my future state be like his! O my dear friend, my brother, entreat the that I may grow in grace, and pick up the fragments of my time, that not a moment of it may be lost. Teach me, oh teach me the way of more perfectly. Rebuke, reprove, exhort me with all authority—I feel I am but a babe in Christ. I long to know more of the holy. He has manifested himself to my soul, both in a way of humiliation and exaltation. Since I saw you, both his rod and staff have comforted me. At present, he makes me young and lively as an eagle; I only wish I was more worthy to subscribe myself

Your affectionate friend and servant in , G. W.