I AM glad at my heart and thankful to my God for his goodness to thee and to thine husband, hoping that his faithfulness and truth in delivering, in bringing into trouble and bringing out, in laying low and lifting up, will at a long run be productive of a little more credence.
Once more he hath put unbelief to the blush, and proved the father of lies to answer to his own name and character, and this God will do to the end. In this confidence I write to thee, being fully persuaded that there is a grain of mustard seed, an unfeigned faith in you both, which will not always lie hid, or be inactive; nay, it does at times appear, and shews itself now; like that of Peter's, it will cry and plead mightily when in danger of sinking, or going to the bottom. This, Ann, is faith, and real faith, that will plead to the last; and which will not quit its hold, nor be put off, nor be said nay to. It comes from above, and there it will –
Excuse haste; the cart is going off.
W. H., S. S.
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