Chapter CCXXVI: Letter CCXXV: To the Rev. Mr. Z―――― M――――

_Boston, Sept. 28, 1740._
_Reverend and dear Brother_,

I Received――I felt your letter. Surely there is a sympathy between souls that have drank into the same spirit. GOD willing, I purpose to come and see you; and will endeavour to send you timely notice: but oh do not expect too great things from me; for if you do, who knows but my LORD may desert me; and then what am I? Excuse the brevity of this. So many persons come to me under convictions, and for advice, that I have scarce time to eat bread. Wonderful things are doing here. The word runs like lightning. _Dagon_ daily falls before the ark. I know you will, in spirit, pray that a due sense of his own vileness may be continually given to

Your affectionate, though unworthy, brother and servant
in our glorious _Emmanuel_,

_G. W._