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Perhaps it may be that I am not formed for friend- 

 ship, that I expect more than can ever be found. Time 

 will tutor me : I am a singular being, under a common 

 outside. I am a profound dissembler of my inward feel- 

 ings, and necessity has taught me the art. I am long 

 before I can unbosom to a friend, yet I think I am sin- 

 cere in my friendship : you must not attribute this to 

 any suspiciousness of nature, but must consider that 

 I lived seventeen years my own confidant, my own 

 friend, full of projects and strange thoughts, and con- 

 fiding them to no one. I am habitually reserved, and 

 habitually cautious in letting it be seen that I hide any- 

 thing. Towards you I would fain conquer these habits, 

 and this is one step towards eifecting the conquest. 



I am not well, Ben, to-night, as my hand-writing and 

 style will show ; I have rambled on, however, to some 

 length ; my letter may serve to beguile a few moments 

 on your way. I must say good bye to you, and may 

 God bless you, and preserve you, and be your guide and 

 director for ever. Remember He is always with you ; 

 remember that in Him you have a comforter in every 

 gloom. In your wakeful nights, when you have not me 

 to talk to, His ear will be bent down to your pillow ; what 

 better bosom friend has a man than the merciful and 

 benignant Father of all ? Happy, thrice happy, are you 

 in the privilege of his grace and acceptance. 



Dear Ben, 

 I am your true friend, 



H. K. White. 



TO MR K. SWANN. 



High Pavement, 4tli October 1804. 

 Dear Kirke, 



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For your kind and very valuable present, I know not 

 how to thank you. The Archbishop" has long been one of 



* Tillotson. 



