As we
shall be in motion for some weeks, I cannot expect to hear from
you as usual; but I shall continue to write from every place at
which we make any halt, that you may know our track, in case it
should be necessary to communicate any thing to
Your assured friend,
MATT. BRAMBLE
LONDON, June 14.
To Mrs MARY JONES, at Brambleton-hall, &c.
DEAR MARY,
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.
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