Chapter C: Letter MLXV: To Mr. S――――

_Portsmouth (New-Hampshire), October 24, 1754._

_My very dear Sir_,

ABOUT a month ago I wrote you a few lines from the _New-Jersies_. Since that I am advanced about three hundred miles further northward. But what have I seen? _Dagon_ falling every where before the ark; enemies silenced, or made to own the finger of GOD; and the friends of JESUS triumphing in his glorious conquest. At _Boston_ a most lovely scene hath opened. In the morning before seven o’clock, though the meeting-houses will hold about four thousand, yet many were obliged to go away, and I was helped in through the window. The prospect is most promising indeed. In the country a like scene opens; I am enabled to preach always twice, and sometimes thrice a day. Thousands flock to hear, and JESUS manifests forth his glory. I know you will rejoice, and join in crying Grace! grace! I am now come to the end of my _northward_ line, and in a day or two purpose to turn back, in order to preach all the way to _Georgia_. It is about a sixteen hundred miles journey. JESUS is able to carry me through. Into his almighty and all-gracious hands I commend my spirit. I hope to write to you in the way. Gladly would I embark now for _England_, but I shall leave my _American_ business but half done, if I come over now. LORD, help me! How little can I do for thee! And the little I can do, alas! with what a mixture of corruption and infirmities is it attended. Behold I am vile. Increase my obligations, my very dear Sir, by continuing to pray for

Yours most affectionately in our common LORD,

_G. W._