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Passover is sacrificed for us," and, though the house was wonder- 

 fully crowded, all was orderly and still as the night. This is surely 

 the Lord's doing, and he is worthy to he praised forever and ever. 

 Friday I found myself very much out of order, owing to the cold I 

 got by coming sweating from the pulpit every night into the damp 

 air, yet I resolved to preach in the evening, and God gave me 

 strength sufficient for the business, and made my heart rejoice in 

 his salvation. Saturday night the congregation was large and deep- 

 ly serious. Charleston bids fair for a revival of religion, and a good 

 work of the Lord. 



Sunday, 31. I spent the morning in waiting upon God, and 

 praying for his presence and blessing to be with me through all the 

 duties of the day. At ten o'clock I preached in the Old Meeting, 

 and was favored with the illuminations of grace, and the divine en- 

 ergy of the Holy Spirit. At two, we had a gracious season at the 

 New Meeting, and in the evening we had the largest congregation 

 I have seen since I left Virginia. The house was so full it was with 

 the utmost difficulty I could get to the pulpit, and there were hun- 

 dreds at the outside that could not get in at all. As the weather 

 was favorable, I desired them to open the windows, and by extend- 

 ing my voice a little more than usual I believe most of them heard 

 distinctly. This has been a trying day to my constitution, but that 

 is a small matter. My soul has feasted as on marrow and fat things 

 — on wines — wines on the lees, well refined. The word of the Lord 

 has been clothed with power, and made mighty through God to the 

 pulling down of strongholds and vain imaginations. 



Monday, February 1. I rose greatly refreshed, and began to 

 prepare for my journey to Georgia. As I purpose to return to 

 Philadelphia by land, I judged it best to leave my horse in Charles- 

 ton to rest till I come back from Savannah, and set off on a poor 

 mean creature that I borrowed, and in the evening reached Ean- 

 toul's Bridge, about sixteen miles from Charleston, where I con- 

 cluded the day in great tranquillity of mind in calling upon God 

 with the family. The next day I came to Ashepoo . Wednesday to 

 Alison's tavern, and about twelve o'clock on Thursday to Pury s- 

 burg, a settlement of French refugees, on the River Savannah. As 

 the boat was gone, I was obliged to stay all night. Friday morning 

 I set off very early, in hopes of getting to Savannah before night. 

 As they had no proper boat for horses, we were glad to fasten the 

 canoes together with ropes, and put the horses with the forefeet in 

 the one and the hinder feet in the other. There was a great fresh 



