VOLUME XIII. BRISTOL: Printed by WILLIAM PINE, in _Wine-Street_. MDCCLXXII. THE CONTENTS Of the THIRTEENTH VOLUME. ⭘ Letters written by Mr. _Brainerd_ ⭘ An Extract from Miss _Mary Gilbert_’s Journal ⭘ An Extract from _Elizabeth Harper_’s Journal ⭘ A short Account of _Ann Johnson_ ⭘ A short Account of _Ann Rogers_ ⭘ A short Account of _Mary Langson_ ⭘ A short Account of _Hannah Richardson_ ⭘ A Letter to the Rev. Mr. _John Wesley_, by a _Gentlewoman_ ⭘ An Extract of Mrs. _L****_’s Letters LETTERS WRITTEN BY Mr. BRAINERD. To his brother John, then a student at Yale-College in New-Haven. _Kaunaumeek, April 30, 1743_. _Dear Brother_, *I SHOULD tell you, “I long to see you,” but that my own experience has taught me, there is no happiness to be enjoyed in _earthly friends_, though ever so near and dear, or any other enjoyment that is not God himself. Therefore, if the _God of all grace_ would be pleased graciously to afford us each his presence and grace, that we may perform the work, and endure the trials he calls us to, in a tiresome wilderness, till we arrive at our journey’s end; the distance at which we are held from each other at present, is a matter of no great moment.――――But alas! the presence of God is what I want.――――I live in the most lonely melancholy _desert_, about eighteen miles from Albany. I board with a poor Scotchman: his wife can talk scarce a word of English. My _diet_ consists mostly of hasty-pudding, boiled corn, and bread baked in the ashes. My _lodging_ is a little straw, laid upon some boards, a little way from the ground; for it is a log-room, without any floor, that I lodge in. My _work_ is exceeding hard: I travel on foot a mile and half, the worst of way, almost daily, and back again; for I live so far from my Indians.――――I have not seen an English person this month.――――These and many other circumstances as uncomfortable, attend me; and my _spiritual conflicts_ and _distresses_ so far _exceed_ all these that I scarce think of them. The Lord grant that I may be enabled “to endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ!” As to my _success_ here I cannot say much: the Indians seem generally well disposed towards me, and are mostly very attentive to my instructions: two or three are under some convictions; but there seems to be little of the special workings of the divine Spirit among them yet; which gives me many a heart-sinking hour. Sometimes I hope God has abundant blessings in store for them and me; but at other times I am so overwhelmed with distress, that I cannot see how his dealings with me