LETTER MCCCXC.

_To Mr. R―――― K――――n._

_Edinburgh, July 9, 1768._

_My very dear Friend_,

GOD be praised that all is so well at _London_. Every thing goes on

better and better here. But I am so worn down by preaching abroad, and

by talking at home almost all the day long, that I have determined, GOD

willing, to set off for _London_ next _Tuesday_ noon. I shall mind all

you say. You have acted quite right. As you do not mention my wife, I

suppose she is out of town. GOD prepare you and yours for whatever he

hath prepared for you, and support you under your present and impending

trial. Company prevents my enlarging. Thus it is continually. Grace!

grace! Hoping to see you soon, with tender love to all, I beg leave to

subscribe myself, my dear friend,

Ever yours, &c. &c. &c.

_G. W._

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