Diexodus medica de hepatis

TO THE MOST NOBLE AND MAGNIFICENT
MAN, LORD LUDOVIC BALLENDINE, President of
Justice in Scotland, my most respected Lord.

A decorative drop cap letter C features floral and foliate scrollwork.When I recall to mind, Magnificent Lord, the kindness that I have experienced from people, the memory of your father, a most noble and in every way distinguished man, comes to me first of all. And that memory, although it is not usually pleasant to be reminded of absent good men, is very welcome to me. For he was the first, as far as I remember, who cared for my studies and my affairs.

As soon as I had returned from the Academy of St. Andrews original: "Academia Andreopolitana" adorned with a degree in Philosophy, and he had learned of my progress in the study of languages, I remember well how he wished—even though I was not yet very fit due to my age and lack of judgment—for me to take the place of my maternal grandfather, who was his own uncle. Then, about five years ago, when he had been informed by my brother of the state of my affairs, he sent me two very kind letters inviting me to a position where I could have spent my life in the highest scholarly leisure, honestly and with dignity. The memory of these things, Magnificent Lord, is usually very welcome to me for this reason: that I was deemed worthy of such great kindness by such a great man, who seemed to lack nothing for a happy life. For since that affection is naturally implanted in us, that everyone desires their own safety, who would not recognize with the greatest pleasure the kindness through which good things come to us for our safety?

But there was in that most excellent man, your father, among the highest virtues in which he excelled, a study of doing good, so excellent and familiar, that if his whole life is examined, it is a pure and most illustrious euergesia beneficence/good deed to the Republic and the private lives of many. One might wonder how he embraced some of his own with such a kind spirit, and one might also wonder why everyone is a lover of their own. However, in that very welcome recollection, a certain pain remained for some time, because he was taken from my studies earlier than I had hoped. But even this was removed by what was written to me a year ago in a letter from my brother about your situation. Namely, that you had returned from France and had been appointed to the place of your most excellent father. For I immediately came into the hope that