LETTER MCCLXXXII.
To the Reverend Mr. T——.
Edinburgh, March 26, 1763.
My dear Friend,
WHY not see each other once more? Perhaps, after my return from Glasgow, I may be here a fortnight. My poor tabernacle is so far restored, as to mount the gospel throne once a day. Perhaps the sea air may brace me up a little more: but after all, it is only like the glimmering of a candle before it goes out. Death will light it up in a better world. Work on, my dear son, work on. The night cometh when no man can work. O that I had done more for the blessed Jesus! O that I could think more of what he hath done for me! Never mind being counted singular. O that you may be more and more vile every day! Happy they that are safe landed!
————And happy, happy we,
Who soon their company shall see!
It is but for a little indeed. Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly! I know you will heartily say, Amen. Cordial respects await Mrs. T——. The Edinburgh prescriptions were the most blessed to me. My spirits are much brisker than when here last. Grace! grace! O to lie low! Adieu, my dear friend.
Yours, &c. &c. &c. in our common Lord,