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<h2> To Mrs GWILLIM, house-keeper at Brambleton-hall. </h2>
<h3> MRS GWYLLIM, </h3>
<p>It has pleased Providence to bring us safe back to England, and partake us
in many pearls by land and water, in particular the Devil's Harse a pike,
and Hoyden's Hole, which hath got no bottom; and, as we are drawing
huomwards, it may be proper to uprise you, that Brambleton-hall may be in
condition to receive us, after this long gurney to the islands of
Scotland. By the first of next month you may begin to make constant fires
in my brother's chamber and mine; and burn a fagget every day in the
yellow damask room: have the tester and curtains dusted, and the
featherbed and matrosses well haired, because, perhaps, with the blissing
of haven, they may be yoosed on some occasion. Let the ould hogsheads be
well skewred and seasoned for bear, as Mat is resolved to have his seller
choak fool.</p>
<p>If the house was mine, I would turn over a new leaf—I don't see why
the sarvants of Wales shouldn't drink fair water, and eat hot cakes and
barley cale, as they do in Scotland, without troubling the botcher above
once a quarter—I hope you keep accunt of Roger's purseeding in
reverence to the buttermilk. I expect my dew when I come huom, without
baiting an ass, I'll assure you.—As you must have layed a great many
more eggs than would be eaten, I do suppose there is a power of turks,
chickings, and guzzling about the house; and a brave kergo of cheese ready
for market; and that the owl has been sent to Crickhowel, saving what the
maids spun in the family.</p>
<p>Pray let the whole house and furniture have a thorough cleaning from top
to bottom, for the honour of Wales; and let Roger search into, and make a
general clearance of the slit holes, which the maids have in secret; for I
know they are much given to sloth and uncleanness. I hope you have worked
a reformation among them, as I exhorted you in my last, and set their
hearts upon better things than they can find in junkitting and
caterwauling with the fellows of the country.</p>
<p>As for Win Jenkins, she has undergone a perfect metamurphysis, and is
become a new creeter from the ammunition of Humphry Clinker, our new
footman, a pious young man, who has laboured exceedingly, that she may
bring forth fruits of repentance. I make no doubt but he will take the
same pains with that pert hussey Mary Jones, and all of you; and that he
may have power given to penetrate and instill his goodness, even into your
most inward parts, is the fervent prayer of</p>
<p>Your friend in the spirit, TAB. BRAMBLE Septr. 18.</p>
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