A LEARNED EPISTLE. 231 



Roges part she shall not have him by no means 

 I am all most at my wits end I dont now what 

 to do. I bag your honouer will Consider me 

 and Let har stay in har place I dont hear but 

 that all har fellow sarvants likes har very well 

 I have been out with the hounds this day to 

 ayer the frost is very bad the hounds are all 

 pure well at prasent and horses shepard has 

 had a misfortin with his mare she hung har- 

 self with the holter and throd har self and 

 broak her neck, and frac tard skul so we was 

 forsd to knock har In the head from your 

 ever dutyful Humbel Sarvant, 



Wednesday evening. 



