However, you shall hear all about it in
my next.--Yours,
ANDREW PRINGLE.
On the same Sunday on which Mr. Micklewham consulted Mr. Snodgrass
as to the propriety of reading the Doctor's letter to the elders,
the following epistle reached the post-office of Irvine, and was
delivered by Saunders Dickie himself, at the door of Mrs. Glibbans
to her servan lassie, who, as her mistress had gone to the Relief
Church, told him, that he would have to come for the postage the
morn's morning. "Oh," said Saunders, "there's naething to pay but
my ain trouble, for it's frankit; but aiblins the mistress will gie
me a bit drappie, and so I'll come betimes i' the morning."
LETTER XVIII
Mrs. Pringle to Mrs. Glibbans--LONDON.
My Dear Mrs. Glibbans--The breking up of the old Parlament has been
the cause why I did not right you before, it having taken it out of
my poor to get a frank for my letter till yesterday; and I do ashure
you, that I was most extraordinar uneasy at the great delay, wishing
much to let you know the decayt state of the Gospel in thir perts,
which is the pleasure of your life to study by day, and meditate on
in the watches of the night.
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