Chapter CCXLVII: Letter MCCXIII: To the Reverend Mr. T――――

_Edinburgh, September 9, 1758._

_My very dear Friend_,

IT is strange that you and I cannot be more together. I believe Satan doth not like it: ere long we shall get out of his reach. In heaven we shall enjoy our GOD and each others company for ever. O that I moved faster towards it! Complain not. I am the drone, the dwarf, the all that is worthless and unworthy; but JESUS’ grace is free and infinite. He owned my feeble labours at _Glasgow_. Indeed we had good seasons: some quite remarkable. I hear of another clergyman lately awakened in the north of _England_. Something uncommon is upon the carpet. LORD, prepare us for whatever thou hast prepared for us. _Wednesday_ next is _execution-day_; I mean, I am to take my leave. I now bid you and yours farewel. GOD bless you. Forget not to pray, my very dear friend, for,

Ever yours, &c.

_G. W._