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tea-caddy a little Pilgrim's Progress for you, and another for 

 Lydia. I have not seen Mr. Wilberf orce since — when I take leave 

 of him I will enquire about the letter. Fortescue has been with me 

 once or twice. He promised to call on me yesterday morning to 

 go to Cecil's, but he did not come. He lodges in the same room 

 with Gray : it is not at all the thing I should recommend. It 

 it not convenient, however, I think for him to board in any 

 family, because the time of his coming away from the office is 

 uncertain. If he were serious, I could introduce him to the best 

 possible society here, — but my acquaintance he would no more 

 relish than they would him. 



Letter 2 — from Mr. and Mrs. T. M. HiTcnnsrs. 



Stoke, 20th July, 1805. 

 My Dear Cousin, 



We have received both your welcome letters'^ from Portsmouth, 

 we rejoiced to hear tidings from you — tho' you are about to quit 

 this part of the globe, we flatter ourselves we shall not be 

 denied this pleasure, as long as we continue in the body. When 

 we are tempted to grieve that you are about to leave us, the 

 consideration that you are going forth in the name of the Lord 

 represses every murmur. May the Lord continue to bless you, 

 and make you abundantly useful both on board ship and at the 

 end of your voyage ! I trust we shall mutually pray for the 

 spiritual welfare of each other during our absence. If we 

 never meet again on earth, it is but a little moment ere we shall 

 meet, I trust, before the Throne to sing "Worthy is the Lamb 

 for ever and ever." Dear Emma is thro' mercy much recovered 

 in health within the last week by means of bathing. Lydia, from 

 whom we heard about 10 days ago, is quite well. She is much 

 interested in your welfare. We were concerned to find that you 

 had had a convulsive fit on the road. I trust it proceeded 

 merely from the fatigue, and that you will have no return of it. 

 If you have the key of the caddy with you, leave it with Mrs. 

 Penn in the Grun Wharf, Portsmouth. 

 Adieu, my dearest Cousin. 



Believe me, yours most a:ffectionately, 



T. M. HITGHINS. 



* One of these is published, p. 274, of Journal and Letters. 



