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and high hopes, and persevering laborious duties, and 

 unresting application 



"For the present I bid you good-night, and as night 

 brings sober, chastened, religious feelings and duties, let 

 me only add the hope (alike for both of us) that earthly 

 things, however noble, will not shut from our straining 

 eyeballs the higher things which must swallow up all 

 other feelings, when death-beds and eternities come. God 

 bless and preserve you, my dear brother, from all evil 

 and snares, and myself too, for I have many. Good- 

 night." 



11 June i()th. I do not resume with good-morrow, for 

 night is the time with me for writing, and I have just fallen 

 to again to your epistle. Having discoursed of your pros- 

 pects, occupation, and the like, let me say a word of my 

 own. After the first re-beginning of Dispensary rambles 

 was fairly past, I began seriously to think of some way of 

 getting my chemistry prosecuted, and it came into my 

 head, as my wisest plan, just to have a room, a garret, or 

 the like, and turn it to good account. I betook myself to 

 requesting the assistance of some old dames to get me one. 



Chancing to call on Mrs. to see Samuel Brown, I had 



to sit a while, and mentioned the wish to that old lady, who 

 immediately stalked about the Lothian Road, and such 

 places, in search of a room. Whilst engaged thus, I called 



at Street, and mentioned it to Mrs. , who at 



once offered and gave me her most kind and most useful 

 assistance, for she sent me over to a pensioner of hers, a 

 widow, who had rented a room for six months or so, but 

 having lost her daughter, had gladly taken a place as 

 housekeeper in a family. From her I got the key of the 

 room, which will cost me nothing but a trifle a week to the 

 ,old deaf lady who sweeps and sorts it ; and will be as it is 



