LXV.--_To ROBERT GORDON of Knockbreck, on his way to Aberdeen._

[ROBERT GORDON of Knockbrex, in the parish of Borgue, which

adjoins Anwoth, is, by Livingstone in his "Characteristics,"

described as "a single-hearted and painful Christian, much

employed at parliaments and public meetings after the year 1638."

He was a member of the famous Assembly which met at Glasgow in

1638, as commissioner from the Presbytery of Kirkcudbright. The

precise date of his death is uncertain; but we find, in 1657,

John Gordon in Garloch, five miles from Dalry, is retoured "heir

of Robert Gordon of Knockbreck, his granduncle, in the lands of

Knockbreck." (_Inq. Retor. Abbrev. Kirkcudbright_, No. 274.) This

John Gordon, and Robert, his brother, were executed together at

Edinburgh on the 7th of December 1666, for having been engaged in

the rising at Pentland. (See Letter CCXVII.) They inherited, and

suffered for, the principles of Robert Gordon of Knockbreck,

their granduncle, to whom this letter was written.

_Knockbrex_ stands near the sea-shore, amid thick woods, looking

down on the opening of _Wigtown Bay_. But a modern mansion has

taken the place of Gordon's residence.]

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(_HOW UPHELD ON THE WAY._)

MY DEAREST BROTHER,--I see Christ thinketh shame (if I may speak so)

to be in such a poor man's common as mine. I burden no man; I want

nothing; no face hath gloomed upon me since I left you. God's sun and

fair weather conveyeth me to my time-paradise in Aberdeen. Christ hath

so handsomely fitted for my shoulders this rough tree of the cross, as

that it hurteth me no ways. My treasure is up in Christ's coffers; my

comforts are greater than ye can believe; my pen shall lie for penury

of words to write of them. God knoweth I am filled with the joy of the

Holy Ghost. Only my memory of you, my dearest in the Lord, my flock

and others, keepeth me under, and from being exalted above measure.

Christ's sweet sauce hath this sour mixed with it; but O such a sweet

and pleasant taste! I find small hopes of Q.'s matter. Thus in haste.

Remember me to your wife, and to William Gordon. Grace be with you,

Yours in his only, only Lord Jesus,

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