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I can now only saj a few words to jou, since our re- 

 gular hour of retiring fast approaches. I hope you are 

 making progress in spiritual things, proportionably to 

 your opportunities, and that you are sedulously endea- 

 vouring not only to secure your own acceptation, but to 

 impart the light of truth to those around you who still 

 remain in darkness. 



Pray let me hear from you at your convenience, and 

 my brother will forward the letter ; and believe me, 

 My dear Kirke, 

 Your friend and fellow-traveller in the 

 Tearful sojourn of life, 



H. K. White. 



TO HIS MOTHER. 



Winteringham, 16th Dec. 1804. 

 My dear Mother, 



Since I wrote to you last I have been rather ill, having 

 caught cold, which brought on a slight fever. Thanks 

 to excellent nursing, I am now pretty much recovered, 

 and only want strength to be perfectly re-established. 

 Mr Grainger is himself a very good physician, but when 

 I grew worse, he deemed it necessary to send for a medical 

 gentleman from Barton ; so that, in addition to my ill- 

 ness, I expect an apothecary's bill. This, however, will 

 not be a very long one, as Mr Grainger has chiefly sup- 

 plied me with drugs. It is judged absolutely necessary 

 that I should take wine, and that I should ride. It is 

 with very great reluctance that I agree to incur these 

 additional expenses, and I shall endeavour to cut them 

 off as soon as possible. Mr and Mrs Grainger have be- 

 haved like parents to me since I have been ill : four and 

 five times in the night has Mr G. come to see me ; and 

 had I been at home, I could not have been treated with 

 more tenderness and care. Mrs Grainger has insisted 

 on my drinking their wine, and was very angry when I 

 made scruples ; but I cannot let them be at all this ad- 

 ditional expense — in some way or other I must pay them, 



