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always shall. At present I look upon myself as one that has an 

 Interest in some of ye worthiest & most shining Fellows of it. 

 Pray how does Jewell go on? Is He struggling to be born again, 

 or does He lie still in ye englutting womb of Time ? Tell Tom I 

 wish all happiness to ye sheets. Success to your Studies, that is, 

 to your Gun. 



I am dear Gill :, Your affect : Friend & Servt. 



J. M. 



Letter 13. 



Sunbury, 



July 17, 1749. 

 Dear Gil : 



We were very glad to hear that You got safe to Sussex, 

 for I had enquir'd of my Barber about his Friend who accom- 

 panied You, & He several Times told me that He had heard 

 nothing of Him. I ask Pardon for being asleep when You was 

 going, and wonder how I could be so compos'd when such a 

 misfortune was happening to me. Indeed we strangely miss 

 You, myself especially, for You made my^Sundays Sabbath Days 

 indeed, and all the week Festival. We retain several of your 

 Expressions, and are pleas'd to fall into your manner. You steal 

 our Songs, and we your Sayings ; in Short we are never more 

 pleas'd, than when we can set You before us. The Circuiteers 

 left us Sunday Sen'night : I rode out once before they went, but 

 alas, it had not methought either ye Elegance, ye UsefuUness, or 

 the Security that it had when You was my Companion : there are 

 many that I know that when I am with them I am only not 

 alone, but I feel a Complacence in my social Spirit when I am 

 with You, as You have ye art to be truly companionable. Bob 

 Young wrote from Oxford and his Letter was like his Conversa- 

 tion : but He desir'd his Compliments to You, & his Thanks for 

 recommending him to so obliging & agreable a Man as John 

 White. John had his Hands full of Impositions, I wish ye 

 Youngs did not enlarge the Eeckoning. 



The chair came back on Tuesday last, but ye Horse so lean 

 & wretched, so lame both from a bad Foot & a Sprain, that he 

 was put into ye Farrier's Hands & we have had little Use of 

 Him. However with great Care he is now pretty tight & in 

 Flesh : and now You will say, " Ay, that is well enough for Miss 

 Hechy, yes Papa, but what becomes of riding ? " Why Ned mounts 

 ye chair Horse & I ye little Doctor, & we amble along by Hedges 

 under ye wind like your Father. Miss Hecky has been a Kake 

 and deserted us for two whole Days, and went to ye Eaces & 

 Assembly and danc'd away in Company wth Lady Musgrave : 

 I wish you was to hear her Description of Races : ye Sophoclean 



