Chapter CCXCI: Letter MCCLVII: To the Reverend Mr. G――――

_Edinburgh, November 9, 1761._

THOUGH I have been very ill since my coming to _Edinburgh_, yet I must come just to see my dear friends at _G――――_. I cannot be there till _Thursday_ noon. Little, very little can be expected from a dying man. But I can now hear a little for myself. I write this in the midst of company. All my dear friends will not fail to pray for, very dear Sir,

Yours and theirs, &c. in JESUS,

_G. W._