The affliction which this will
cost you, I hope the Almighty will enable you to bear. Banish from your
memory all my former indiscretions, and let the cheering hope of a happy
meeting hereafter, console you for my loss. Sincerely penitent for my
sins; sensible of the justice of my conviction and sentence, and firmly
relying on the merits of a Blessed Redeemer, I am at perfect peace with
all mankind, and trust I shall yet experience that peace, which this
world cannot give. Commend my soul to the Divine mercy. I bid you an
eternal farewell.
"Your unhappy dying Son,
"SAMUEL PEYTON."
After this nothing occurred with which I think it necessary to trouble
the reader. The contents of the following chapters could not, I
conceive, be so properly interwoven in the body of the work; I have,
therefore, assigned them a place by themselves, with a view that the
conclusions adopted in them may be more strongly enforced on the minds
of those, to whom they are more particularly addressed.
CHAPTER XV.
The Face of the Country; its Productions, Climate, &c.
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