_To the Reverend Mr. T――――._
_Edinburgh, July 8, 1759._
_My very dear Friend_,
I DO now begin to despair of seeing you, till we meet in that world,
where spiritual children and spiritual fathers shall join in praising
Him who sitteth upon the throne for ever. _O proclaram diem!_ Welcome
storms which drive us nearer that blessed port. Some here, I trust, are
steering their course that way. Impressions seem to be lasting on many.
In the West, I think, I was rather more attended, and a greater power
accompanied the word. LORD, what am I? On _Monday_, or _Tuesday_ at the
farthest, GOD willing, I move. _Scotch_ importunities have prevailed on
me to stay till then. O for some parting blessings! An ascended Saviour
can impart them. I have good news from the Orphan-house. All is well
there. That grace, mercy, and peace may be multiplied upon you and
yours, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear friend,
Yours most affectionately in our common LORD,
_G. W._