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 Henceforth let no profane delight Divide your consecrated soul; But give it, who has the right, As Lord and Master of the whole. Be not ashamed to own you have vowed never to dance again: Dear Mrs. F, fear not contempt. What is it? only a little breath. Rest not in duties; rest not in outward partial reformation.—He that is in, is a new creature. That old things may pass away, and all things become new in your heart, is the hearty prayer of, Madam, Your sincere friend and servant in,  G. W.     LETTER CCLXXI. To the Rev. Mr. C, in Boston.

On board the Minerva, Feb. 26, 1741.

Reverend and dear Sir,

ACCEPT a few lines from one, who desires feelingly to stile himself, less than the least of all. I hope you received my packet from Charles-Town: What happened to me there, was only an earnest of future trials. hath blessed the reading of the prophecy of the prophet Jeremiah to my soul; as also the history of Joseph, and hath let me see more into the covenant of redemption between the Father and the Son: I am more and more in love with the good old Puritans; I am pleased at the thoughts of sitting down hereafter with the venerable Cotton, Norton, Elliot, and that great cloud of witnesses, which first crossed the Western ocean for the sake of the gospel, and faith once delivered to the saints. At present, my soul is so filled, that I can scarce proceed. Dear Sir, is with me of a truth; he now gives me a feeling possession of himself: I bless his holy name for sending me to sea; it is profitable both for soul and body. I find the Psalmist's words to be true, "The secret of the is with them that fear him." O that I may walk humbly with my ! The language of my soul is this: