LETTER DLVII.

_To the Same._

_Plymouth, August 3, 1744._

_My dear, dear Friend_,

IT is past ten, or I would write you a long letter. Our convoy is come,

and perhaps we may sail to-morrow. It is delightful to be here. We come

from _Dock_ in the evenings, in great companies, singing and praising

GOD. Our parting there has been more awful than words can express. I

shall have sailed before you can answer this.

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