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continued to fret that I did not write. Come then, my good 

 friend, & sacrifice your Pleasure to my Convenience as usual. 

 I shall be happy if You have prevented this Letter, & are now 

 travelling. Mrs Mulso joins me in Respects to your Family & 

 wishes of a good Journey to You. 



I am, dear Gil, Afiftely Your's, 



J. Mulso. 



Letter 62. 



Sunbury, 



Janry 10, 1757. 

 Dear Gil: 



Our Letters were travelling so near the same Time, that it 

 may be a disputable Point which owes the other a Letter, but 

 as I do not desire that there should be any dispute between us, 

 I shall not endeavour to recollect Particulars. Indeed You 

 may have been in Doubt whither to direct to Us, & most 

 probably would by this Time have directed to King's Square 

 Court. And I suppose You have made some allowances to me 

 for not writing an Account of my moving to Town and settling 

 there. But here we are still, & now I am in Hopes that here 

 we shall be for the rest of the Winter. Mr Young has found the 

 Country more agreable & convenient for Him than he at first 

 imagined, & has chosen only one Jaunt to Town, at which time 

 my Wife & I went likewise ; It was before your last Letter 

 came ; so that Mrs Mulso has not had an opportunity of begging 

 a Return of the Paper which You mentioned in your last. Mr 

 Young goes to Town to morrow • & we shall go next Monday. 

 The Bishop's Wedding Day falls on the 15th which is Saturday 

 next, but He has obligingly deferred the Celebration, 'till the 

 Monday, to give me an Opportunity, (if we can conveniently) of 

 being with our Friends assembled together. (Pray don't You 

 observe that my Stile is a good deal embarrass'd, wth me & Us, 

 I & we? It is a whimsical Efifect of Matrimony to be ungram- 

 matical ; I should imagine that Matrimony and Syntaxis were 

 nearer allied, for there are some special Bules in it.) Mr Young 

 has been poorly & we have had a succession of Doctors, & have 

 been shaken with the Quotidian face of Mr Boone. But it is 

 some Comfort that we are in the Country : Your Friend Mrs 

 Mulso is become a stout walker again, & last week we walked 

 home from Charlton, between Eleven & Twelve at Night. The 

 Frost has been intense here, but She is of my Mind, that stirring 

 the Blood is better than stirring the Fire, (which however is one 

 of her special Rules) & we have trotted about thro' the cold Air. 

 I have not been on Horseback a great while, You know I always 

 preferred walking in frosty Weather. But spare me, spare me, 



