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of different Coats ; some much netted, but large & speckled. I 

 know none of their Names ; I had hope to have seen You, peep- 

 ing at & pinching them, & laying your Head wth my Gardener. 

 "We had very good last Year, in spite of ye wet weathers. Our 

 Corn looks well here, but ye Fruit & especially Apples make but 

 a bad Shew. I have lately parted wth almost all my Wheat of 

 last Year, having nearly enough of ye Year before to keep my 

 Family, 'till the new Crops come in ; which considering the 

 constant Company that I have in my house, & ye Quantity of 

 Mouths in my Kitchen, will give You a good Idea of ye Tythe-in- 

 kind of Thornhill Township only. 



I enquire, but Nobody here has any thing particular to say 

 to You (except Tom's thanks for your Lr) But we all agree to 

 think of You, to talk of you, to wish for You, & to love You. 

 I am Ever, dear Gil, Afftely Your's, 



John Mulso. 



Letter 114. 



Wakefield. 



Sepr 14, 1764. 

 Dear Gil : 



You will imagine by the Name of the Place that I date 

 from, that what You observed of the Solitariness of my House, 

 is true, & that the Departure of so many dear Friends has bred 

 an Impatience of the deserted Spot. It is true that Mrs Mulso 

 & Myself were very sorry when the Time came that we must part 

 with them ; they had given Us sincere Pleasure, & of Course 

 their Going created Grief. But We have not had Opportunity to 

 complain of Solitariness yet a while. Upon their Leaving Us, 

 We went to a Mr Allot's of Kirkheaton, (a Place which I hope to 

 bring You acquainted with) when we returned, Young Mr. Baker 

 came to us in his way to York Eaces ; when he went, the Allot's 

 returned our Visit : Before they left Us Mr Baker returned, & is 

 but just gone ; & my Brother Will : Young (ye Surgeon) came in 

 upon Us, very unexpectedly. He is still with Us, & will be some 

 little Time. We thought it fortunate that the Wakefield Eaces 

 fell in with his Time of being here, as it enlivens a Country 

 Journey to see a Place with it's gayest Face. We are at a Dr 

 Hodgson's one of the worthiest of Men, and wth whom I have no 

 Fault to find but that there is no Table in my Eoom to write 

 upon except the Dressing Table, which cramps my Hand, & 

 makes me write scarce legibly. Mrs Mulso is very well & gay 

 here, (but a little sick in a Morning) tho' She has sustained a 

 prodigious Misfortune ; the Trimming of her Sack did not arrive 

 Time enough to appear at the Assembly. Yet She lives — & 

 desires her sincere Eegards & best Wishes to you, & thinks of You 



