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able to see with your own Eyes than any Man I know besides. 

 I hope I may say this of your bodily opticks by this Time, tho' 

 they have been so teazing of late. 



We pray for fair weather at Sunbury. If it does not please 

 God to send it soon, it will surely be a general Disaster : The 

 Corn is down all round Us, but the Farmer stands with folded 

 arms & cannot get it in. It is little to lose a Ride or a Walk, 

 (tho' now they become of Consequence to me) in Comparison of 

 the Calamity which threatens the Poor next Winter. 



Captn James Young is sent for home : the Admiral* pretends 

 to fear Nothing that can arise from his Evidence, & to say that 

 his Letter is not geunine : but I would not stand his chance for 

 all his Money. Mrs. Young is brought to bed of a Daughter. 



Jack is, I beleive, by this Time at Liberty, but how long it 

 will last I can not tell, as I beleive it will depend upon the Game 

 of Hide & Seek. Foolish Youth ! his vapouring Spirit has not 

 yet left him, as I hear ; and I dare say he will make a Merit of 

 his Eetirement ; but all is sold at Marlow. 



How goes on the Pyramid ? Have You clapp'd on the 

 Handles to your Urns ? Does your father like your Improve- 

 ments, they must make a Sort of new Scene to him at home. 

 I beg my Respects to Him & all your family. You will excuse 

 my writing any more, I am ye worse for writing so much, & 

 therefore must hasten to conclude Myself 



Dear Gil, Afftely Your's, 



J. Mulso. 



Letter 61. 



To the Revd. Mr. White, Sunbury, 



at Selbourne near Alton, Hampshire. Sepr 21, 1756. 



Dear Gil : 



I have been guilty of a Neglect, & I am a Sufferer accord- 

 ingly ; I ought I beleive to have answered your Lettr by the same 

 Post, & by neglecting to answer it, I am afraid I have occasioned 

 a Delay in your intended Visit. It never could be more accept- 

 able, for I have been very ill, & have almost tired out the Patience 

 of my Brethren; You could make a little Reprieve to them. 

 I take nauseous Draughts, I go into the cold Bath, & I wear 

 a perpetual blister. Nevertheless yesterday I was on horseback, 

 it being one of my well days wth regard to my Back. We had 

 company here on Wednesday when your Letter came. On 

 Thursday my Back was flayed again, & I forgot writing myself 

 or making Mrs Mulso write. Then I thought it too late for 

 You to receive my Lr before you set out, & afterwards I have 



* Admiral Byng. 



