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._

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