July, 1802.

I AM glad that my old acquaintance, old customers, and old companions, came yesterday, that matters might be cleared up. Bless the God of peace, the maker of peace, giver of peace, and the restorer of peace; I found my mouth and heart much enlarged for you this day, and wrestled hard with many tears. Much of God is with us, - and surely Satan knows it; for never did he labour much harder at any little camp than he does against the despised tents at Providence. "Raze it, raze it!" was the ancient cry.; "but the Highest himself shall establish her, she shall not be moved; God shall help her, and that right early." Her very foundation is infinite divinity; life is in all her stones, salvation her walls, and God himself the inhabitant; and who can finally prevail against such a fabric?

Father and Mother, adieu!

Accept the duty of

W. H. S. S.

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