He saw,” he said, “a coolness throughout my whole letter; but conjured me to remember the sacred promises and engagements that had passed between us.”  After this, I received several other letters from him, filled with the same sort of expostulation; and penned in the same desponding and disconsolate strain.  I likewise received several letters from his mother, the old Lady Cranstoun, and Mrs. Selby, his sister, wrote in a most affectionate style.

In April, or the beginning of May, 1751, as I apprehend, I had another letter from Mr. Cranstoun, wherein he acquainted me, that he had seen his old friend, Mrs. Morgan; and that if he could procure any more of her powder, he would send it with the Scotch pebbles he intended to make me a present of.  In answer to this, I told him, “I was surprised that a man of his sense could believe such efficacy to be lodged in any powder whatsoever; and that I would not give it my father, lest it should impair his health.”  To this, in his next letter, he replied, “That he was extremely surprised I should believe he would send any thing that might prove prejudicial to my father, when his own interest was so apparently concerned in his preservation.”  I took this as referring to a conversation we had had a little before he set out for Scotland; wherein I told him, “I was sure my father was not a man of a very considerable fortune; but that if he lived, I was persuaded he would provide very handsomely for us and ours, as he lived so retired, and his business was every day increasing.”  So far was I from imagining, that I should be a gainer by my father’s death, as has been so maliciously and uncharitably suggested!  Mr. Cranstoun also seemed most cordially and sincerely to join with me in the same notion.  Soon after this, in another letter, he informed me, “That some of the aforesaid powder should be sent with the Scotch pebbles he intended me; and that he should write upon the paper in which the powder was contained, ‘powder to clean Scotch pebbles,’ lest, if he gave it its true name, the box should be opened, and he be laughed at by the person opening it, and taken for a superstitious fool, as he had been by me before.”  In June 1751, the box with the powder and pebbles arrived at Henley, and a letter came to me the next day, wherein he ordered me to mix the powder in tea.  This some mornings after I did; but finding that it would not mix well with tea, I flung the liquor into which it had been thrown out of the window.  I farther declare, that looking into the cup, I saw nothing adhere to the sides of it; nor was such an adhesion probable, as the powder swam on the top of the liquor.  My father drank two cups of tea out of that cup, before I threw the powder into it:  nor did he drink any more out of it that morning, it being Sunday, and he fearing to drink a third cup, lest he should be too late for church.  It has been said by Susan Gunnel, at my Trial, that she drank out of the aforesaid cup, and was very ill after it.  In answer to