To the Rev. Mr. ——

1775. Reverend and Dear Sir, — I hare obligations to you, on many accounts, from the time I first saw you; particularly for the kind concern you showed me when I was ill at Tanderagee. These have increased upon me every time that I have since had the pleasure of waiting upon you. Permit me, sir, to speak without reserve. Esteem was added to my affectionate regard when I saw the uncommon pains you took with the flock committed to your care; as also when I observed the remarkably serious manner wherein you read prayers in your family. Many years have passed since that time; many more than I am likely to see under the sun. But before I go hence 1 would fain give you one instance of my sincere regard; the rather, because 1 can scarce expect to see you again till we meet in a better world. But it is diflicult for me to do it, as I feel myself inferior to you in so many respects. Yet permit me to ask a strange question: Is your soul as much alive to God as it was once? Have you not suffered loss from your relations or acquaintance, that are sensible and agreeable men, but not encumbered with religion? Some of them, perhaps, as free from the very form as from the power of it. O sir, if you lose any of the things which you have wrought, who can make you amends for that loss? If you do not receive a full reward, what equivalent can you gain? I was pained, even at your hospitable table, in the midst of those I loved so well. We did not begin and close the meal in the same manner you did ten years ago! You was then, contrary’ to almost universal custom, unfashionably serious in asking a blessing and returning thanks. I know many would blame you for it: but surely the Lord said, “Servant of God, well done!” Wishing you and your lovely family every blessing, I am, reverend and dear sir,

Your obliged and affectionate brother and servant.