and therefore engaged much of his attention.  On the return of Charles Wesley to England, he learned more of the situation of the Colonists, and of their great need of religious instruction; and when Ingham came with special reference to procuring assistance, he expressed his readiness to go on the mission.  In the letter which he received by him from John Wesley was this direct reference, “Only Delamotte is with me, till God shall stir up the heart of some of his servants, who, putting their lives in his hands, shall come over and help us, where the harvest is so great and the laborers are so few.  What if thou art the man, Mr. Whitefield?  Do you ask me what you shall have?  Food to eat and raiment to put on; a house to lay your head in, such as your Lord had not; and a crown of glory that fadeth not away!” This, and another letter, strengthened the desire, which soon ripened into a purpose, for which all circumstances seemed favorable.  Charles, too, became more explicit, and rather urged his going[1].

[Footnote 1:  He addressed a poem to him in which are these verses: 

  “Servant of God! the summons hear. 
    Thy Master calls! arise! obey! 
  The tokens of his will appear,
    His providence points out the way.

  “Champion of God! thy Lord proclaim,
    Jesus alone resolve to know. 
  Tread down thy foes in Jesus’ name,
    And conquering and to conquer go!”]

He accordingly went up to London to tender his services to Oglethorpe and the Trustees; by whom he was accepted; and he left London on the latter part of December, 1737, in the 23d year of his age, to take passage in the Whitaker, Captain Whiting, master, on a voyage to Georgia.  It was, however, the end of January before the vessel was fairly on its way, in consequence of contrary winds.  They sailed from the Downs a few hours only before the vessel, which brought Wesley back, cast anchor there.  He was attended on his passage by the Honorable James Habersham and his brother.  They landed, after rather a circuitous and long passage, on the 7th of May, 1738.  Delamotte, whom Wesley had left schoolmaster at Savannah, received him at the Parsonage house, which he found much better than he expected.  Having met with some of his predecessor’s converts there, he read prayers on the morrow, and expounded, in the Court-house, and waited on the magistrates; but, being taken ill of a fever and ague, he was confined to the house for a week.

Being informed that Tomo Chichi was sick, nigh unto death, as soon as he could venture abroad he made him a visit.  The Mico lay on a blanket, thin and meagre.  Scenawki, his wife, sat by, fanning him with feathers.  There was none who could speak English, so that Mr. Whitefield could only shake hands with him and leave him.  A few days after he went again, and finding Toonahowi there, who could speak English, “I desired him,” says Whitefield, “to ask his uncle whether he thought he should die;” who answered, “I cannot tell.”  I then asked, where he thought he should go, after death?  He replied “To heaven.”  But alas! a further questioning led the solemn visiter to an unfavorable opinion of his preparedness for such a state of purity.