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 give me the least assistance: Yea, some of them send threatening letters, that will speedily destroy me. As for the people of the world, they are so imbittered by my injudicious, and too severe expressions against Archbishop Tillotson, and the Author of the old Duty of Man, that they fly from me as from a viper; and what is most cutting of all, I am now constrained, on account of our differing in principles, publicly to separate from my dear, dear old friends Messrs. J— and C Wy, whom I still love as my own soul: But, through infinite mercy, I am enabled to strengthen myself in the my. I am cast down but not destroyed, perplexed but not in despair. A few days ago, in reading Beza's Life of Calvin, these words were much pressed upon me, "Calvin is turned out of Geneva, but, behold a new church arises!"—, the ever loving, altogether lovely, pities and comforts me. My friends are erecting a place, which I have called a Tabernacle, for morning's exposition. I have not, nor can I as yet, make any collections; but let us not fear.—Our heavenly Father, with whom the fatherless find mercy, will yet provide; let us only seek first the kingdom of, and his righteousness, and all other necessary things shall be added unto us. In about a fortnight, though I scarce know an oak from a hickery, or one kind of land from another, I am subpœna'd to appear before parliament, to give an account of the condition of the province of Georgia, when I left it. This, I suppose, is occasioned by the party, which hath been so inveterate against the honourable the trustees, whom they accuse of misemploying the public monies. The event, which undoubtedly will be in favour of the trust, you may know hereafter. In the mean while, believe me to be Yours most affectionately,  G. W.     LETTER CCLXXIII. To Mr. J C.

My very dear Brother,     London, March 25, 1741.

HASTEN hither with all speed, and then we shall see what intends to do for and by us. It is a trying time now in the church.—The give us a due mixture