Mr. Jonathan B—'s Plantation near Port Royal in South Carolina

Thursday, January 1, 1741. Left Savannah on Tuesday in the afternoon. Arrived here this morning about two o'clock, with some more friends in Mr. Jonathan B—'s boat, who, with some others, came to Bethesda, in hopes of my returning with them. I trust, he and two or three more, since our last meeting, are settled in Christ, and have got satisfaction about their interest in him. In the afternoon I preached at his house to several of the neighboring people. The Lord made it a Bethel. In the evening came Mr. Hugh B—n, his brother, lately converted at Savannah. His wife died sometime ago; in what frame, the following letter, which he sent to a niece of his now at Bethesda will best testify.

Thus far Mr. Bryan, I shall only add, O Death, where is your sting! O Grave, where is your victory over true believers! What fools are they that count their lives madness!

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