Mr Clinker (Loyd I would say) had best look to his tackle. There
be other chaps in the market, as the saying is -- What would he say
if I should except the soot and sarvice of the young squire's
valley? Mr Machappy is a gentleman born, and has been abroad in
the wars -- He has a world of buck larning, and speaks French, and
Ditch, and Scotch, and all manner of outlandish lingos; to be
sure he's a little the worse for the ware, and is much given to
drink; but then he's good-tempered in his liquor, and a prudent
woman mought wind him about her finger -- But I have no thoughts of
him, I'll assure you -- I scorn for to do, or to say, or to think
any thing that mought give unbreech to Mr Loyd, without furder
occasion -- But then I have such vapours, Molly I sit and cry by
myself, and take ass of etida, and smill to burnt fathers, and
kindal-snuffs; and I pray constantly for grease, that I may have
a glimpse of the new-light, to shew me the way through this
wretched veil of tares. And yet, I want for nothing in this family
of love, where every sole is so kind and so courteous, that wan
would think they are so many saints in haven. Dear Molly, I
recommend myself to your prayers, being, with my sarvice to Saul,
your ever loving,
and discounselled friend,
WIN.
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