Eche bears the same burden; butt ye servent knows he will recieve just wages for his work, wile ye slave hopes for nothing, and so conkludes that to escape work is to be happy!' I could but aknowlege the wisdomm and pyety of this speche; yett whenn I see ye peopel going bye in their black rayment, I envy the young Gennerel his gloreous deth, and I wish I was laying amongst the plane on the hites of Quebeck.

I went to look at ye old house in J.
St., but I wou'd not go in to see Mr.F.or ye old roomes; for I think I shou'd see the aparishions of those that once liv'd in them.

C.
thrivs at Higate, wear the aire is fresh and pewer.

I go to see her offen.

She is nerely as high as you.