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<h2> To Mrs MARY JONES, at Brambleton-hall, &c. </h2>
<h3> DEAR MARY, </h3>
<p>Having the occasion of my cousin Jenkins of Aberga'ny, I send you, as a
token, a turkey-shell comb, a kiple of yards of green ribbon, and a
sarment upon the nothingness of good works, which was preached in the
Tabernacle; and you will also receive a horn-buck for Saul, whereby she
may learn her letters; for Fin much consarned about the state of her poor
sole—and what are all the pursuits of this life to the consarns of
that immortal part?—What is life but a veil of affliction? O Mary!
the whole family have been in such a constipation!—Mr Clinker has
been in trouble, but the gates of hell have not been able to prevail again
him. His virtue is like poor gould, seven times tried in the fire. He was
tuck up for a rubbery, and had before gustass Busshard, who made his
mittamouse; and the pore youth was sent to prison upon the false oaf of a
willian, that wanted to sware his life away for the looker of cain.</p>
<p>The 'squire did all in his power, but could not prevent his being put in
chains, and confined among common manufactors, where he stood like an
innocent sheep in the midst of wolves and tygers.—Lord knows what
mought have happened to this pyehouse young man, if master had not applied
to Apias Korkus, who lives with the ould bailiff, and is, they say, five
hundred years old (God bless us!), and a congeror: but, if he be, sure I
am he don't deal with the devil, otherwise he couldn't have fought out Mr
Clinker, as he did, in spite of stone walls, iron bolts, and double locks,
that flew open at his command; for ould Scratch has not a greater enemy
upon hearth than Mr Clinker, who is, indeed, a very powerful labourer in
the Lord's vineyard. I do no more than yuse the words of my good lady, who
has got the infectual calling; and, I trust, that even myself, though
unworthy, shall find grease to be excepted.—Miss Liddy has been
touch'd to the quick, but is a little timorsome: howsomever, I make no
doubt, but she, and all of us, will be brought, by the endeavours of Mr
Clinker, to produce blessed fruit of generation and repentance.—As
for master and the young 'squire, they have as yet had narro glimpse of
the new light.—I doubt as how their harts are hardened by worldly
wisdom, which, as the pyebill saith, is foolishness in the sight of God.</p>
<p>O Mary Jones, pray without seizing for grease to prepare you for the
operations of this wonderful instrument, which, I hope, will be exorcised
this winter upon you and others at Brambleton-hall.— Tomorrow, we
are to set out in a cox and four for Yorkshire; and, I believe, we shall
travel that way far, and far, and farther than I can tell; but I shan't go
so far as to forget my friends; and Mary Jones will always be remembered
as one of them by her</p>
<p>Humble sarvant, WIN. JENKINS LONDON, June 14.</p>
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