LETTER MCCCXLIV.

_To Mr. H――――y._

_Bath, June 12, 1766._

LAST night we lay at the _Devizes_. This morning we breakfasted at

_Shaw-House_, near _Melksom_, with Mr. _C――――n_. In my way hither, I

called upon Mrs. _E――――n_. Her account of Miss _Winter_’s decease, was

by no means unpleasant. She was taken suddenly, and though speechless,

continued to smile upon all in a very remarkable manner, till the last

gasp, which was with much struggle. Mr. _P――――s_ is left executor of

the will. Being weary with riding, I think to stay here till after

_Sunday_ morning’s sermon, and then shall set off for _Bristol_. The

horse turns out exceeding well in every respect. I hope you, my dear

Sir, got safe to _London_. That you and all your dear relations, and

all dear friends in town, may, in the glorious _Emmanuel_’s due time,

arrive triumphant in heaven, earnestly prays, my very dear Sir,

Yours, &c. &c. in JESUS,

_G. W._

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