<p>TO Mrs MARY JONES, at Brambleton-hall.</p>
<p>DEAR MOLLY,</p>
<p>Heaving this importunity, I send, my love to you and Saul, being in good
health, and hoping to hear the same from you; and that you and Saul will
take my poor kitten to bed with you this cold weather. We have been all
in, a sad taking here at Glostar—Miss Liddy had like to have run
away with a player-man, and young master and he would adone themselves a
mischief; but the squire applied to the mare, and they were, bound over.—Mistress
bid me not speak a word of the matter to any Christian soul—no more
I shall; for, we servints should see all and say nothing— But what
was worse than all this, Chowder has had the misfortune to be worried by a
butcher's dog, and came home in a terrible pickle—Mistress was taken
with the asterisks, but they soon went off. The doctor was sent for to
Chowder, and he subscribed a repository which did him great service—thank
God he's now in a fair way to do well—pray take care of my box and
the pillyber and put them under your own bed; for, I do suppose madam,
Gwyllim will be a prying into my secrets, now my back is turned. John
Thomas is in good health, but sulky. The squire gave away an ould coat to
a poor man; and John says as, how 'tis robbing him of his perquisites.—I
told him, by his agreement he was to receive no vails; but he says as how
there's a difference betwixt vails and perquisites; and so there is for
sartain. We are all going to the Hot Well, where I shall drink your health
in a glass of water, being,</p>
<p>Dear Molly, Your humble servant to command, W. JENKINS GLOSTAR, April 2nd.</p>
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