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I feel the wickedness of such feelings, surrounded as I am 

 by so many of the glories of Omnipotent Wisdom, and 

 reading, as I do daily, that " He will never leave nor for- 

 sake us ;" but still I cannot help thinking every moment 

 that I left you not quite well, and that you may be worse. 

 We arc preparing for a very early bed, and as soon as the 

 'things' are taken away, the hay will be spread upon the 

 floor. Kiss my children for me, my dearest ; and think 

 night and day with affection of your unaltered and un- 

 alterable friend and husband, now and ever, 



"James Wilson." 



On his way to the Clova rendezvous next year (1832), 

 he paid a visit to a noted insect-collector, Mr Mylne, of 

 Johnshaven. 



"Brechix, 1st August 1S32. 



" After breakfast, I despatched my card to Mr Mylne, 

 requesting to know if I might wait on him that morn- 

 ing. I received a written reply, begging me to come 

 when convenient ; so down I goes to the house. Johns- 

 haven is a sort of small Stonehaven. It lies along the 

 shore, and has a few decent-looking houses, built of dark 

 gray stone, intermixed with small shops and the huts of the 

 fishermen. In one of the better houses I found Mr Mylne 

 — an old man, rather frail, with gray hair, a long pale 

 face, lank wrists, and red eyes, — very like what I shall be 



