Dear Friend,
Your tender care of my eternal well-being doth oblige me much, and I will weigh every article of your counsel to follow as much as lies in me; but God's grace must be assistant; as you say yourself, He accepts nothing that does not come from him. If I had made me bare of all worldly goods, and left undone what he requires most, (I mean, to do all in and by his Son,) I shall be in no better condition than this present. Let me feel him first governing in my heart, then do what he requires of me; but I am not able to teach others, being not taught of God myself.
Remember my love to George Fox, Benjamin Furly, George Keith, and dear Gertrude. If you
write no worse than your postscript, I can make a shift to read it. Do not think I go from what I
spoke to you the last evening; I only stay to do it in a way that is answerable before God and
man--I can say no more now, but recommend to your prayers,
Your true Friend,
Elizabeth.
P.S. I almost forgot to tell you, that my sister writes me word, she had been glad you had taken your journey by Osnaburg to return to Amsterdam. There is also a drossard of Limurg near this place, (to whom I gave an exemplar of Robert Barclay's Apology,)very desirous to speak with some of the Friends.
1. 1.. Penn, Travels, pages 300-301.