LETTER MCCCCXXI.

_To Mr. T―――― A――――ms._

_London, August 19, 1769._

_My very dear Tommy_,

TALK not of taking a personal leave. You know my make. _Paul_ could

stand a whipping, but not a weeping farewel. My heart and hands are

full. What a letter-night last _Thursday_ evening! a night much to

be remembered. Many thanks for your intended present. In ten days I

expect to sail. GOD bless you and yours! GOD bless all our never to be

forgotten _Gloucestershire_ friends! I can no more. Adieu. Cease not to

pray for, my very dear steady old friend,

Less than the least of all,

_G. W._

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