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rides, that he has twice fallen quite down with him, & once 

 bruised him a good deal. If such a Sort of black Horse, good, 

 strong, well on his Legs, sound Eye, Wind, & Limb, used to ye 

 Harness, & handsome, wth a flowing Tail, falls in your Way : (as 

 such things may happen to be known at the Swan,) I shd be 

 glad to be acquainted wth it. It is high time to regard the Life 

 of a Man who has four or five Children &ca. 



Farewell. The agreeable Miss Cutler waits to convey this 

 Letter to the Post at Droxford ; for we are not unpacked, & want 

 all hands at home. I hope to hear from You ; but as You are 

 a Man of Phlegm, I imagine You will think Congratulations 

 are not proper when they are premature. — But, think of the 

 Horse ! — 



I enquired about the Situation of your Brother Harry, & 

 heard that it was too wide of Us, or else I would have called on 

 Him. I hope your Niece continues to mend & that your good 

 Neighbours are well. Love &c fm all here. 



I am, Dear Gil, Your faithfull & affte old Friend, 



J. Mulso. 



Letter 168. 



Eevd Mr White, Saturday, July 6, 76. 



Selbourne, Hants. Swan at Alton — after 9. 



Dear Gil : 



I thank You for your kind Letter and Congratulations. 

 I am now on my way to Winton to be inducted, & tomorrow I 

 mean, (please God to enable me) to read-in at Easton. My 

 Daughter Jane is wth me, in her way to the Eaces. I have left 

 Mrs Mulso at the Castle wth the Bp. & shall return to her on 

 Monday, as I hope, after having performed my Business. We 

 shall probably stay there 'till Thursday; if You make a Visit 

 there while we are there, it would add to our Pleasure. But do 

 as You will ; for I know You hate hot weather & a Gown, as 

 well as Myself. I thank you for your Invitation, which I should 

 think of with Pleasure, & execute if all depended on Myself ; but 

 I promise You it always gives me high Satisfaction to visit at 

 Selbourne. 



With Comps. to all Neighbours, 



I am. Dear Gil, Very afftely Your's, 



J. Mulso. 



