-- My comfit is, he new not which was which; and, as the
saying is, all cats in the dark are grey -- Whilst we stayed at
Loff-Loming, he and our two squires went three or four days
churning among the wild men of the mountings; a parcel of
selvidges that lie in caves among
the rocks, devour young children, speak Velch, but the vords are
different. Our ladies would not part with Mr Clinker, because he
is so stout and so pyehouse, that he fears neither man nor
devils, if so be as they don't take him by surprise. -- Indeed, he
was once so flurried by an operition, that he had like to have
sounded. -- He made believe as if it had been the ould edmiral; but
the old edmiral could not have made his air to stand on end,, and
his teeth to shatter; but he said so in prudence, that the ladies
mought not be afear'd. Miss Liddy has been puny, and like to go
into a decline -- I doubt her pore art is too tinder -- but the
got's-fey has set her on her legs again. -- You nows got's-fey is
mother's milk to a Velch woman. As for mistress, blessed be God,
she ails nothing. -- Her stomick is good, and she improves in
grease and godliness; but, for all that, she may have infections
like other people, and I believe, she wouldn't be sorry to be
called your ladyship, whenever sir George thinks proper to ax the
question -- But, for my part, whatever I may see or hear, not a
praticle shall ever pass the lips of,
Dear Molly,
Your loving friend,
WIN.
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