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have known of late, &, thank God, one of the most plentifull. 

 We have now some Eain, but it comes down in a gentle Manner, 

 interrupted agreeably by Sunshine, pleasant to Travellers. 



I caught a little Cold yesterday, for I preached before the 

 Blanketters Company, it being their Feast Day ; You may find 

 my Text in St. John C. 11, V. 56, and being now an old & 

 sagacious Hunter in Divinity, You may easily guess w^hich way 

 the Sermon took. I then had to dine in their Hall with near 100 

 People, where I did not arrive 'till ye first Course was over, & 

 where I applied more to mopping my face than clearing my 

 Plate. However, I was kindly received, & my Labours well 

 accepted. 



I envy every body that has the Pleasure of making a Journey, 

 especially a sucessfull one along the Sussex Downs, a Country 

 which I have long wished to see ; but I have lately heard an 

 Anecdote relating to it, that has a little damped my Curiosity, 

 which is, that they are subject to such sudden & excessive Fogs, 

 which hold a great while, that many People have been in immi- 

 nent Danger before they could find their way to a Town. 



We have reed an Invitation from my Bror & Sistr Mulso to 

 come to Town in the Spring, but wth some Doubt whether they 

 may not be forced to retract it by being obliged to change their 

 House. It does not however follow that we shall accept the 

 offer, let the Event of that be what it will. It is a Temptation 

 to me to take that Season for a Jaunt to London, that I may 

 hope to meet You there at the Exhibition Time. 



We have furnished You with a new Dean of Winchester,''' 

 & I should be glad to furnish you wth a new Prebendary : but 

 the Dean has better Petticoat Interest than I have, Nou sumus 

 ergo Pares. 



Many of my Trees are quite stript & bare : I endeavour to 

 comfort myself with the Variety of Tints in those that are left, 

 but yet I shrink & the Pain in my Elbow & Arm warns me of the 

 approach of Winter. Think of threescore Pounds a Year for 

 Fuel, & a rheumatic Man who cannot do without Plenty. I 

 observe that You do not give me a Word of Politics in your last ; 

 how little would poor Perrot beleive we are Friends, who can 

 converse without such Communications ; Nevertheless I am as 

 I have long been 



Dear Gil, Sincerely Your's, 



J. Mulso. 



P.S. My Wife, Daughter &c join in Love &c : Mr Hoskins 

 begs his Service. We have lately spent a week at Mr Pinnel's at 

 Ducklington. 



Since writing ye above I hear fm Town that my Sister Mulso 



* Dr. Ogle, son-in-law of Bishop Thomas, who was also collated to the 

 valuable living of St. Mary's, Southampton, at this time. 



