Chapter CDLIV: Letter MCCCCXXI: To Mr. T―――― A――――ms

_London, August 19, 1769._

_My very dear Tommy_,

TALK not of taking a personal leave. You know my make. _Paul_ could stand a whipping, but not a weeping farewel. My heart and hands are full. What a letter-night last _Thursday_ evening! a night much to be remembered. Many thanks for your intended present. In ten days I expect to sail. GOD bless you and yours! GOD bless all our never to be forgotten _Gloucestershire_ friends! I can no more. Adieu. Cease not to pray for, my very dear steady old friend,

Less than the least of all,

_G. W._