_To the Reverend Mr. T――――._
_Edinburgh, July 8, 1759._
_My very dear Friend_,
I DO now begin to despair of seeing you, till we meet in that world, where spiritual children and spiritual fathers shall join in praising Him who sitteth upon the throne for ever. _O proclaram diem!_ Welcome storms which drive us nearer that blessed port. Some here, I trust, are steering their course that way. Impressions seem to be lasting on many. In the West, I think, I was rather more attended, and a greater power accompanied the word. LORD, what am I? On _Monday_, or _Tuesday_ at the farthest, GOD willing, I move. _Scotch_ importunities have prevailed on me to stay till then. O for some parting blessings! An ascended Saviour can impart them. I have good news from the Orphan-house. All is well there. That grace, mercy, and peace may be multiplied upon you and yours, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear friend,
Yours most affectionately in our common LORD,