9lt LETTER FROM SIR H. DALRYMPLE. ^ July 6, 



I aflure you that mod of Us religious people reap fome 

 little fatisfaaion in hoping, that you wealthy voluptu- 

 aries have a fair chance of being damn'd to all eternity, 

 and that Dives fhall call out for a drop of water to La- 

 zarus, one drop of which he feldom tafted, when he had 

 the twelve Apoftles, twelve hogflieads of claret in his 

 cellar. 



Now, Sir, that doftrine being laid down, I wifh to give 

 vou, tny friend, a loop hole to creep through. Go- 

 ing to church lad Sunday, as ufual, I faw an unknown 

 face in the pulpit, and rifing up to prayers, as others 

 do upon like occafions, I began to look around the 

 church, to find out if there were any pretty gii'ls there, 

 ■when my attention was attraded by the foreign accent of 

 the parfon. I gave him my attention, and had my de- 

 votion awakened by the moll pathetic prayer I ever 

 heard. This made me all attention to the fermon; a 

 finer difcourfe.never came from the lips of a man — I re- 

 tiirned in the afternoon, and heard the fame preacher ex- 

 ceed his morning work, by the fineft chain of reafoning, 

 conveyed by the moft eloquent expreffions. I immedi- 

 ately thought of what Agrippa faid to Paul, " almoft thou 

 " perfuadeft me to be a Chriftian." I fent to alk the 

 man of God to honour my roof, and dine with me. 

 I alked him of his country, and what not ; I even alked 

 hm if his fermons were his own compofition, which he 

 affirmed they were — I affured him I believed it, for 

 never man had fpoke or wrote fo well. " My name 

 is Dilhington," faid he. " I am affiftant to an old 

 minifler in the Orkneys, who enjoys a fruitful benefice 

 of 50 1. a year, out of which I am allowed 20 1. for 

 preaching, and inftrufting J zoo people, who live in two 

 feparate iflands, out of which 1 pay i 1. 5 s. to the boat- 

 man who tranfports me from the one to the other. I fliould 

 be happy could I continue in that terreilrial paradife ; 

 but we have a great Lord, who has many little 

 people foliciting him, for many little things that he 

 can do, and that he cannot do ; and if my minifter 

 dies, his fucceflion is too great a prize, not to raife up 



