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a postscript, written the day after, he said : " The spec- 

 tacles are here this morning, but I am no better. Many 

 thousand thanks. Long life to you. Adieu!" 



He had still one more letter to write. It was to his 

 dear friend Charles Peach. Mr. Peach did not know of 

 Dick's illness, but a few days before his death he wrote 

 him a long letter. " Dear fellow," says Mr. Peach, " what 

 could he do more to show the respect that he bore for 

 me, than by writing in his agony the subjoined letter ? 

 Oh ! how it cut me to know that we were so soon to 

 part. Although the most mournful letter that I ever 

 received, it is comforting to me to find that I was not 

 forgotten by him, even in his entrance to the dark valley." 



Dick's last letter was as follows : " Thurso, 15th 

 December 1866. My dear Sir Instead of sending you 

 a long letter in return for your kind one, I fear that I 

 cannot write to you at all. I have been for four months 

 unable to do anything by swollen limbs water on the 

 chest in fact ; and lest I should die, I only notice you. 

 I am very poorly, so you will excuse me. I am not 

 able. No rest night or day. Believe me ever yours 

 very truly, ROBERT DICK." 



Mr. John Miller continued his kindness to Dick to 

 the end of his days. He sent his housekeeper, Mrs. 

 Harold, to nurse him. She attended carefully to his 

 wants. When she first dressed his legs, he felt much 

 relief. He ejaculated, "That's a blessing. It's just 

 like an angel sent from heaven." 



He knew that he was dying. Mrs. Harold said to 

 him, " You may yet get better." " No !" said he ; " the 



