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62 letter from Marilinspike. Now. V4. 
I forgot to tell you that Will Gafket did not 
fetch the playhouse with the rest of the squadron: 
He had got a little by the head, and made such bad 
weather of it, that he could not lay round Mother 
Bumboat’s corner ; but, after two or three boards, run 
foul of it, and foundered in half a foot mud, with a 
stony bottom ;—there he Jay till our landlady turned 
out all hands and weighed him. The’ swabbers 
were set to clean his rigging ; but he could not get 
into trim to pafs muster at the play ; so he brought 
to for the night in his old anchorage. We would 
have taken Will in tow next morning, although still 
alittle top heavy ; but, as Crocus says he wants 
careening as well as scrubbing, we fhall leave him in 
town to be hove down. To-morrow we fhali get 
under way again for Cronstadt, if we can clear out 
with the landlady ; but Old Nick may run down in 
a kabitka for me, as J fhall keep the rest of my tims 
bers sound for his majesty’s service. 
Keep a good look out, mefsmate, to have a sea pye” 
on the stocks when we get aboard, (a two decker at 
least,) with a full allowance of grog to drink wives 
ang sweethearts in Old England; and make all clean 
for a Saturday night engagement with your fhips 
mates. Matt. Mar.insPIKE. 
Bog JoLiyBoat. 
Jos. CuokaBLoK. 
Postscript to Matt. Mariinsprke’s letter. 
Saturday morning. first watths 
Our anchors are all a-peek ; but we must not loose 
top ga'lant sails yet, till Jack Flip get out of limbo, 
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