Much more I could say, but as my time is short, I now bid my last adieu to my dear mother and you, my dear sister, and I intreat you'll be kind to my dear wife and children; and may all the blessings of Heaven attend you all. Live together comfortably and you may expect God's favour. My grateful acknowledgments for all your favours done and designed. Remember me kindly to my Lady Caithness,[175] Sauchie, and [Sidenote: _fol._ 386.] his sisters, and all my friends and acquaintances. May the Almighty grant you all happiness here, and eternal bliss hereafter, to which bliss, I trust, in His mercy soon to retire; and am for ever, dear sister, your affectionate brother, A. P. [175] Lady Margaret Primrose, second daughter of Archibald, first Earl of Rosebery. _P.S._--My blessing to your dear boy, my son. Copy of a Letter to the same Lady, which served as a cover to the above, from Mr. JAMES WRIGHT, Writer in Edinburgh. [Sidenote: 15 Nov. 1746] MADAM,--Your brother, who is no more, delivered me this immediately before he suffered. His behaviour was becoming a humble Christian. I waited on him to the last, and with some other friends witnessed his interment in St. Cuthbert's Churchyard. He lies on the north side of the Church, within four yards of the second window from the steeple. Mr. Gordon of Tersperse,[176] and Patrick Murray,[177] goldsmith, lie just by him. God Almighty support his disconsolate widow and [Sidenote: _fol._ 387.] all his relations. I trust in His mercy He will provide for the fatherless and the widow. I am just now going to wait upon poor Lady Mary.[178] I am, Madam, yours, etc., J. W. _Carlisle, 15th November 1746. 4 o'clock afternoon._ [176] See f. 425. [177] Commonly called Cowley Murray. [178] Lady Mary Primrose, Sir Archibald's widow. _SONG to the tune of 'A Cobler there was,' etc._ 1. As the devil was walking o'er Britain's fair isle, George spied in his phiz a particular smile, And said, My old friend, if you have leisure to tarry, Let's have an account what makes you so merry. Derry, etc. 2. Old Beelzebub turn'd at a voice he well knew, And stopping, cried, O Brother George, is it you? Was my business of consequence ever so great, I always find time on my friends for to wait. Derry, etc. 3. This morning at 7 I set out of Rome, Most fully intending ere this to've been home. Pray stay, stay (says George), and took hold of his hand, You know that St. James's is at your command. Derry, etc. 4.