I hav begg'd her to lett me carry her to G., but she will not, and says in ye summerr she will be as strong as everr.

I pray God she may be so.
Butt theire are times whenn my harte is sore and heavy; and the rane beeting agenst the winder semes lik dropps of cold worter falling uponn my pore aking harte.

If you cou'd stele a visitt you wou'd see wether she semes worse than whenn you sor her last ortumm; she is trieing ye tansy tea; and beggs her service to you, and greatfull thanks for y'r rememberence of her.

I dare to say you here splended acounts of my doins in London--at cok fites and theaters, dansing at Vorxhall, and beeting ye wotch in Covin Garden.

Does my F.stil use to speke harsh agenst me, or has he ni forgott their is sech a creetur living?
If he has so, I hope you wil kepe him in sech forgetfullnesse,--and obliage, "Yr loving brother and obediant servent." "MATHEW HAYGARTH." To me this letter is almost conclusive evidence of a marriage.