I'll have our butter-milk barrelled up, and sent twice
a-week to Aberginny, where it may be sold for a half-penny the
quart; and so Roger may carry his pigs to another market -- I hope,
Docter, you will not go to put any more such phims in my
brother's head, to the prejudice of my pockat; but rather give me
some raisins (which hitherto you have not done) to subscribe
myself
Your humble servant,
TAB. BRAMBLE
BATH, May 19.
To Sir WATKIN PHILLIPS, of Jesus college, Oxon.
DEAR PHILLIPS,
Without waiting for your answer to my last, I proceed to give you
an account of our journey to London, which has not been wholly
barren of adventure. Tuesday last the 'squire took his place in a
hired coach and four, accompanied by his sister and mine, and Mrs
Tabby's maid, Winifrid Jenkins, whose province it was to support
Chowder on a cushion in her lap. I could scarce refrain from
laughing when I looked into the vehicle, and saw that animal
sitting opposite to my uncle, like any other passenger. The
squire, ashamed of his situation, blushed to the eyes: and,
calling to the postilions to drive on, pulled the glass up in my
face. I, and his servant, John Thomas, attended them on
horseback.
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